The Joy of Inner Divergence. Well, Sometimes.

There was an IG Challenge going around recently to describe yourself by posting 3 fictional characters that could represent you. I couldn’t do it. There’s Flo the happy, upbeat, cheery Progressive Insurance woman, sure. (I’ve been told this by certain family members.) Of course there’s my inner Phoebe Buffet, the spiritual dingbat. I can be a bit of a wallflower in an Ugly Betty sort of way.  Then there’s Bridget Jones. Maybe Sergent Carter? ask my son. Judging Amy? Or is that Judge Judy? Mother Theresa. I don’t know. Wait. Those last two aren’t fictional. They don’t count. Read More