Jim Beam and story-telling around the kitchen table. This is visiting at Grama’s house. (Taken with instagram)
Sign on my Grama’s back porch. I know this to be very, very true. (Taken with instagram)
Sunset on I-65, mile marker 35, headed northbound to Huntsville. (Taken with instagram)
Saddest puppy eyes EVER. (Taken with instagram)
Current workspace. (Taken with instagram)
Alabama sunshine and blue skies. #nofilter (Taken with Instagram at Winn-Dixie)
Granny’s coffee mugs are pretty. (Taken with instagram)
Me and my best friend Neela, who’s always ready to tell me I’m strong when I need to hear it.
“Recently I overheard a man say at a yoga class, “Yeah, well, you get two women together and it’s like bitch central.” I could have told him he only needed one, in fact, and that would be me, but it also made me realize how much people diminish and poo-poo the real power and strength of female friendship, especially between women, which is either supposed to descend into some kind of male lesbian love scene porn fantasy or be dismissed as meaningless or be re-written as a story of competition. Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children.”
Best friend love, is real love. Occupy Valentine’s Day.
via The Rumpus via Maya and Feministing.
Source: occupyvday
Who needs hats when you’ve got plastic containers? (Taken with instagram)
I love my whole family, but my favorite little sweet pea jut arrived. Mom’s cool, too :) (Taken with instagram)
