Not that I have all of the time in the world to 'blog' (who does) but this is sort of like an online journal of my days and nights as a Medha - holding all of the roles (most willingly, some not so much so) that I've been bestowed.
I will *not* screen what I write here. I don't care. there, I said it
I will *not* spell or grammar check anything on this blog. you don't like it, don't read it
I am a true, honest to god person - a woman - who grew from a pigtailed child to a frizzy-haired teenager. I asked my girlfriend to show me how to french kiss the summer after 8th grade since I'd never kissed a boy and heard that everyone kissed in high school (relax men... she taught me using our fists.....) Watching my Mom be exploited and then 
myself, it was only natural for me to take that path myself. But, now, with my amazing husband and hard-earned stable and cozy life - I have a sense of confidence, stability, purpose and comfort that I could've only pretended to have when I was younger.
myself, it was only natural for me to take that path myself. But, now, with my amazing husband and hard-earned stable and cozy life - I have a sense of confidence, stability, purpose and comfort that I could've only pretended to have when I was younger.Oh, and how do I make that wedding picture align up here on the right side instead of the left???
Keepin it real.... M
