Silence on Yr Wyddfa
A perfect amount of quiet time, for reconnection and reflection…except that my thoughts were absolute nonsense.
A perfect amount of quiet time, for reconnection and reflection…except that my thoughts were absolute nonsense.
I have never felt lacking in amazing theatre, and neither should you.
As cheesy as it sounds, I sometimes ask myself, “What would Superman do?”
I relished when a substitute teacher would do roll call and I’d prepare to say, “It’s pronounced ‘Carlisle’.”
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
My fourth confession: I don’t talk about this.
My fellow bridesmaids call me Mary Poppins for my bag full of supplies.
Confession, and the elements that make up Reconciliation, became my safety net.
We would secretly memorize Wild Kratt facts so we could regurgitate them to our parents at our next zoo visit, acting as if we’d always known that otters could be up to six feet long.
Looking back, I wouldn’t call it the best day of my life.