How can you not sew at 50?
Right off the bat I will note, I don’t know how to drive. Im a New Yorker. That’s my excuse. I’m not 50 years old. So, I have time to maybe learn. Maybe. Why did I set 50 as the age-marker? Why not? 30 is the new 20, […]
My son doesn’t want an allowance for chores
Children. So pure. So naive. So funny. My son cracks me up, warms my heart. And gives me hope. Everyday, he is everything to me. As an only child he is a bit of a chatter-box and knows he’s front and center in our lives. That’s ok. He […]
A Dodgers grand slam made a baseball fan out of my son: I hope
I’m a huge, huge baseball fan. Namely, of the New York Mets and Yankees. Everyone I knew grewing up in the South Bronx lived and breathed baseball. Well, everyone except my mother. She found baseball to be excruciatingly boring. However, she never tried to convince me of her […]
My heart swells: My son was awarded awesome friend title
My son is awesome. I have noted that repeatedly and I won’t stop. No need to. I just have a never-ending fountain of love for him. And I feel blessed to have him in my life. He is the perfect son for me. For those of you that […]
The glory of mother’s day: Thankful for my son
I am of the belief that when it is someone’s birthday, you have to also congratulate their mother. It is a belief I came to many, many years ago and it’s been ingrained into my DNA. My birthday is in grand part a celebration of my mother’s love […]
Dear Solvang: How did I not know about maple bacon vodka before?
This past weekend, I spent it in a quaint town of Solvang where we got to eat danish food all weekend. It was my birthday weekend and since I couldn’t really ditch work again, I elected for a weekend getaway trip. The town is a complete tourist […]
The thrill of danger on a day of hookie
When I was a young kid, I maybe skipped school twice. I skipped it once to catch a New York Mets game. And it was so worth it. The thrill of being bad for something so innocuous was cool. Or at least I felt super cool at the […]
Why I will never get into the habit of making my bed
I have started making my son’s bed. Am I finally growing up? No. That’s my answer. But let’s rewind and take this from the beginning. I don’t make my bed. I just don’t care how rumpled a bed may be. Here is my thinking and philosophy […]
I looked up at the sky: Not a raindrop in sight
Ever since I can remember, I have had a rainy birthday. It’s in the midst of spring and supposedly end-of-May flowers will bloom as a result. That’s all well and good but I like the sun and flowers make me sneeze. Admittedly, there have been days where it […]
Uprisings, television glory, and baseball: Happy birthday to me
Growing up I was always reminded that I am a Taurean. I am hot-headed, stubborn, determined, and smart. When my mom was pregnant with me she went to a fortune teller who told her I’d be a girl that would be a smart cookie with throat problems. All […]
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