You tried to hide between the lines of a story never told.

You are the treasure custodian, cleaning the moon for me, scouring the sky so the stars would shine bright.

I make sure to sleep eight hours, and I'm much better about eating, because I'm not standing in front of my pantry. I go to the market and pick up little carrot nubs.

The song "No Fairy Tale" tells my story. Going through the hard things leads to a richer life than just trying to make everything perfect, or worse, pretending things are good when they don't feel right. I've done that more than enough times.

It's really hard to balance work and being a mother.

I want to work on some more complicated baking... and it would be interactive!

Too much to ask for may leave me feeling lonely. Too little leaves me nothing.