I've tried on a gazillion roles in my life: daughter. younger sister. older sister. rope jumper. sand castle builder. talk show host. tap dancer. roller skater. ballerina. director of family pageants. trickster. pianist. camper. school girl. bruiser of egos. rock. blade of grass. singer. teller of tales. the quiet one. saxophonist. honor student. ice skater. bookstore clerk. girlfriend. best friend. van driver. renter. claims adjuster. swimmer. horseback rider. bridesmaid. and yes, there's a story for each one. grad student. debtor. social worker. old soul. bride. therapist. cat owner. wife. runner. cyclist. mother. homeowner. gardener. bird watcher. neighbor. community organizer. volunteer. naturalist. board member. field instructor. guide. and I've learned a few things and sometimes felt pain peeling off one role to try on another ex-wife. renter. worrier. songwriter. traveler. technical writer. rescuer. analyst. manager. warrior. consultant. dog owner. photographer. homeowner. wife. step-mother. patient. novelist. writer. mourner. student. psychic. caretaker. caretaker. caretaker. poet. performer. feeder of deer. until I finally discovered...feeder of my soul.

My skin fits best when I feed my soul.

Photo by Traci Huffman Photography