Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Tiny Spikes

I feel a little bit like a woman careening out of control with a strange compulsion to tell all to every person I meet on the street and otherwise. I bet if you emailed me or asked me a question here, I'd answer with so much detail you'd be embarrassed for me.

What's the difference between being impaled and picking tiny little spikes out of yourself?

I have a tiny little terrarium with a tiny little cactus with tiny little spikes shooting out of it, just perfectly tiny and tinily perfect. I put a tiny little woman with a tiny little sign in front of it, zoomed in with my cellphone and took a picture. I feel like her, except for the tiny part.

P.S. If you've read my e-book and feel so inclined, would you mind leaving a review on Amazon? Here's the link.


  1. the difference is the pushing and pulling

    left a review :)

    xo rockin mama

  2. I'm a lurker here - I think I've probably commented once before :)

    This post reminds me of a poem I wrote four years ago about sticking cactus spines in my fingers. It's a lot more lighthearted than how you're feeling, but I thought I'd share anyway. Might make you smile.




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