Hot Mess Mama: Don't read this.

Hot Mess Mama: Don't read this.: There seems to be a trend.  It started simply enough, a few artistic types looking for ways to express themselves.  Jot down a few words, sh...

Hot Mess Mama: Coffee in the locker room

Hot Mess Mama: Coffee in the locker room: Sitting in the locker room, pulled up a stool, sipping Folgers coffee out of a Styrofoam cup.  Gulping down the caffeine while I can.  No ti...

Hot Mess Mama: Dead end road to perfection

Hot Mess Mama: Dead end road to perfection: Little girl runs by.  Pink boots, leopard leggings, puffy vest.  Mamas little helper as she offers to get 3 cups of water for her family.  T...

Hot Mess Mama: I used to have time.

Hot Mess Mama: I used to have time.: I used to have time.  Time to sit.  Time to sleep in.  Time to think about myself, my future, my life.  I no longer have time, every moment ...

Hot Mess Mama: Heart of my heart, me to the bone.

Hot Mess Mama: Heart of my heart, me to the bone.: Now sitting in the kitchen surrounded by sacred silence, and the aroma of fresh, hot, black coffee.  Beautiful baby girl sleeping after an e...

Hot Mess Mama: Lost Zen

Hot Mess Mama: Lost Zen: I lost my Zen some where today.  Not sure when, or how.  Just that it was some time between beautiful baby girl spilling searing hot coffee ...

Hot Mess Mama: There used to be a time................

Hot Mess Mama: There used to be a time................: There used to be a time when image was everything.  Fit in, don't fill out.  Clean pressed, and smartly dressed.  Missed opportunities o...