It’s March, a full month set aside to celebrate the glorious, wonderful, beautiful and perfect being. I was in the process of really getting all feminist on ya’ll asses, but my dog kicked out the power cord to my macbook, which only operates when the cord is plugged in. So I lost the first several well thought out paragraphs intended for this entry. Fail.
Instead, I leave you with a portrait gallery dedicated to the sexy, strange, powerful, all mighty child-barrier who’s harmonizing antics make us who I am and who we are—woman.