1. I have not one pinguecula, but two. In my eyes. The first one, in my left eye, has been there for years and years and years. I like the word, and have grown accustomed to the look of it, too.
2. During pregnancy with my son, my body became a repository for skin tags. My best friend attributes it to the Scotch-Irish part of my heritage, and that may be true. The dermatologist I saw to cut off the mole on my neck that was getting mangled by the seatbelt (ewww) was horrified I wouldn't pay out of pocket for him to cut all the tags off. I can't afford that kind of vanity anymore.
3. I long. And yearn. For things I can't always rightly name. Qualities or experiences. Not purchasable goods.
4. I think of myself as a very crafty girl. But I'm not so crafty at all. My very crafty friends help me see this. I can't even knit, for goodness sake. Despite Sue having taught me.
5. I grow impatient and weary of practice and hard work toward some things. Evidenced by my inability to knit as per above.
6. I can change. Oh, yes, I can.
7. I was a smoker. A really smokey smoker. So much so that my dearest friends just thought I'd made peace with being both spiritual and smokerish.
8. I quit smoking many many many times. Sometimes for years at a time. I quit for good as my husband's wedding present. It did take me two months beyond our wedding to really quit.
9. I used to have a different husband. That seems to me most days, nearly impossible. But it remains a truth from what feels like another life.
10. I have more than one dead old boyfriend. I miss them when I think of them, which isn't terribly often anymore. I thought I'd marry one, and thought I'd love the other forever. Turns out I was half right. But love isn't telling the whole story.
11.Whole stories are big. And unwieldy. I carry them around and don't really get them out to look at and share all that often. It is not out of shame.
12. I am a better mother than I am a wife.
13. I am often on the way to being the woman I always thought I could be. But I stumble.
14. I both cry and laugh often.
15. When I was eight years old, I was quite certain that I'd seen the Star of Bethlehem shining over me on St. Beatrice Court.
16. My son wants to know if I was ever Jesus, and where was he when I was in Bethlehem. I find this to be a difficult question to answer fully.