I would never talk to my kids the way I sometimes I talk to myself. I blush to admit that I berate and degrade this sweet face, though it looks a bit different a couple of decades later, on an almost daily basis. Someone needs to stand up for her and champion her. So yesterday, when she was really tired and had been running between shoots and clients and carpool all day, I told her she could go to bed without posting Day 6. And I told that voice who said she was a lazy failure, that she didn’t need to define herself by the timing of a post. And I told her that the missing teeth are really cute, because I know she hates smiling without them.
