Loving hands exploring the world There is one month left to till the end of the year. Deep-seated nostalgia takes root. Remembrance of trips, happy moments and lessons learned from throughout the year. Combing through some old photos, made me think of how quickly my little boy is […]
The dark side of living each day as if it were your last I recently read someone’s Facebook post that had me laughing for a few minutes. This particular individual is quiet dark so most of their posts are dark, dark humor. Their post noted that if […]
I need a remedy: Cue the Violins of Southern Rock My musical tastes are quite eclectic. I grew up in the South Bronx so I was exposed to rap from an early stage in life. Although I didn’t take to it right away. I grew up liking Madonna […]
Born to be “Cousin It” and I’m Cool like That I was born odd. My mother went to a fortune-teller when she was pregnant with me and she was told she would have a very smart girl that would accomplish many great things. That is not so odd. […]
Your indignity is splashed on the wall: Go back to those days of yore Your indignity is splashed onthe wall It drips revoltingly so The cold steely knife lies in your mind’s stall It all pools into a piercing bile ball It is now done Your promise was […]
Don’t fear the belly button “All our times have come Here, but now they’re gone Seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain” Omphalophobia is one of those off phobias. One may ponder the question of whether […]
My sister and me: Oil and water but love runs deep in the veins My sister and I are of two different generations or so I believe. Some generation commentators may lump us in the same generation but we could not be any more different than what we […]
Just a cup of Java and a Side of Ginger Here I go again on the road, like a business woman drifter I was born to drink coffee. I just didn’t know for about the first 20 years of my life. As I continue to celebrate my mom’s […]
A letter to Milo as we near Thanksgiving: His great day of apple pie feast Milo was my first baby. My dog. He was a lovely Pekingese that was a bit of a diva. And I loved him so for it. I raised him that way after all. […]
My footsteps are his and his are mine: Monday Reflections It’s just another manic Monday and it is NOT my fun day. However, we are getting into the homestretch of the year 2014. I just ordered my Thanksgiving meal. Yes, I order it and not cook it. […]
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