Pack, pack, and pack some more. While packing and doing more packing, I have to sort out like 100 other things at the moment. When did life get so hectic and complicated? I’ve got physical therapy, I’ve got regular work and then I have work work. On top […]
Can you tickle yourself? My son tries quite often to tickle himself. He repeatedly assures me that he can. I don’t really believe that. He offers his laufhter as proof. I often explain to him that he probably laughs when he tickles himself because he cracks himself up. […]
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 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 […]
Over a decade ago, I fell in love with a most awesome dog that was a super diva and fit right in with our crazy life. He demanded to have his fur blowed dried after walking out in the rain. He had a corn allergy and thus […]
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 […]
When my boy was a baby, I took great pleasure in playing music for him and dancing with him while I cradled him. During my so-called maternity leave (I actually worked most days from home but that’s another bitter story…), I danced around for my son and with […]
Can I share something with you? I woke up a bit anxious today. There is much going on nationally that impacts my day-to-day work and I’m getting ready for several trips while I still have a ton of work to do. Typical 21st century anxiety. I’m not really […]
My mom was a simple girl. She had simple dreams of pie, coffee and her girls living a good life. She wrote poems and songs, and played pranks on us. I have carried on her traditions. To my family I had grand dreams. I had dream dreams. They […]
Many moons ago I learned to play the clarinet. It’s not a bad instrument. It’s great for jazz. But I wasn’t into jazz at that point in time. Plus, I was asthmatic. Blowing into the clarinet left me winded. What had I been thinking? I played it for […]
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