This is the start of my blogging journey. I kept diaries as a child listing the trials and tribulations of a nine year old. They are filled with hearts and flowers and the listing of who likes who and where I fit in. When I was in my early twenties and living in NYC I use to write in a journal each night as I took the subway home fromthe theatre and my job as a wardrobe supervisor . It's funny how the concerns between these two girls are not that different. As a mother I m finally comfortable in my own skin and ready for a new perspective - but i can't promise there won't be some hearts and flowers - it's unavoidable with a five year old daughter!
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