Every now and then, I get messages from the other side. Today was no different. I struggle just like all of us, with this thing called perfection.  The conversation went like this….. Everything you present to the world doesn’t always have to be perfect. Well why not? There is no perfect person out there….


   They were fighting again. My parents that is. It felt like it was becoming the norm in my house, for my parents to fight. Well, this particular day was no different in my books. As a child, all I knew was that the yelling my ears. I remember as a child, that  I had…