Today my son had his first ferris wheel ride. When he got back down to Earth he squeeled uncontrollably as he noted “that was awesome”. And in that moment I was reminded of one of the great delights of having a child-especially one that loves the world. As […]
Here goes my morning rant…… I don’t quite know why but I was shocked this morning when my son announced that he was going to stop playing his game for the moment because he had reached a certain stage in its progress. See, he had set a goal […]
Christmas in Los Angeles is something I have thought of in the past as a vacation or as something that I have seen as a quirky occurrence on television shows such as 90210 or Melrose Place. I had no idea last year when I was celebrating Christmas in […]
My little boy is my world. Everything he does makes me either laugh, smile or ponder the beauty few the world. He has smiling eyes as he is a happy go lucky seven year old. Can I hope that he will always be that way? […]
Everyone has a secret garden even in the urban jungle. A place to go, heal the body and develop strong legs that take one far. It’s a place to run to when the demons are chasing. At the age of 12 she was ready to have […]
Memories of Memory I am one of those people that isn’t technically an only child but pretty much grew up as one for a grand chunk of my formative time. See, I am 9 years older than my sister. Thus growing up, I always was at […]
The little hand vulnerable from birth Gets less and less so The big hand supportive from birth becomes more and more vulnerable Time doesn’t stop Yet we live in time loops Circling back over and over Catching our breath before its gone Trying to fill the sullen dearth […]
Deck the halls way too early Fa la la la la, la la la la. ’tis the season to be wacky Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our shop apparel, Fa la la, la la la, la la la. Troll the fragrant […]
She was no Charlie’s Angel. She had always wanted to be. Honestly, the clothes and hair were a bit too retro but the overall flair was cool. Being part of a collective, a female collective was something to dream about. Of course, the local gang girls had […]
Once upon a time she lived in a bubble. Not a warm, fuzzy bubble like a Mayberry town. Once upon a time she lived in a dark, suffocating bubble that seemed like it would burst at any point. The temperature ran hot inside that bubble leaving one’s skin […]
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