One hot as blazes Friday this August, I splurged for an extra day of camp for the kids, started the morning getting the ladies hugged so tight at my annual mammogram, and then landed my 43-year-old backside in a tattoo chair for the first time. (My husband happened upon the day’s calendar a couple days […]
It’s me, Tashia. Well, let’s be real. It’s me in front of a professional photographer with studio lighting after a make-up artist had her way with me.
On a regular day of juggling two wild boys, a fuzzy black dog, a couple jobs, an outdoorsy husband, one messy house, and a mile-high to-do list, you couldn’t pick me out in a line-up (but, hey, it’s better that way!).