Accepting Yourself

There is a TV show that I am obsessed about… Project Runway. I sit there with my glass of wine and watch in awe. I like it not because I am in any way, shape or form a “Fashionista” (although I do like nice clothes), but because the designers amaze me of what they can do with a piece of fabric. You see… I can’t do that. I tried… and I just… can’t. This bugged me for a long time because I come from a family of seamstresses. My mom used to make our clothes when we were little, my aunt in Italy was a seamstress by trade and used to give us plushes and fancy pillows sheRead More

Encounters

A few years ago I had a brief encounter with a little girl that I am still thinking about. I was at Children Hospital Los Angeles with my boys; Nicky had an appointment with the endocrinologist (I think?) and on our way out a couple was behind us with this little sweetheart in a big stroller. She had a flower on her hair and a frilly dress on, but what gave us pause was her face. Despite having some sort of excess bone growth condition, which made her head 2-3 times bigger than normal, she sported the sweetest smile on her face. I told the boys to smile and wave back, which they did, and it wasn’t untilRead More