When alone, I find myself silent and loving it. Who knew this chatty, outgoing mama would so need quiet time? Alone time. Time out.
I have discovered I can make it happen just about anywhere. The grocery store, the backyard, the post office. All I need to reboot my tired self is my unbridled body, free from kids and bags and leashes and such.
Click here to read this week’s mama digs, gettin’ groovy at the post office.
Photos from last Friday night when the sky yawned open and exposed a giant, full rainbow arcing over our town. We went outside and ran.
