September 2006 I lay in bed next to my husband. Tears streamed quietly down my face, until choking them back became unbearable, and I began to sob. Startled, he muted the game and turned to me. “Babe, what’s wrong?” And I didn't know until the words started coming out. “I don’t know why I’m crying. … Continue reading Pink or The Blues?
I pulled up to the house, the usually clank, clank as I rolled through the gate. Turned the radio down. Grabbed the wrapper from my breakfast biscuits, half full can of day old La Croix, and gas station receipts, some hard dried up play doh, and stuffed it in a plastic Walgreens bag. Car Key. Glasses. … Continue reading You Can’t Buy Everything
New Year's Revolutions... Yes, I'm a little, a LOT, late on this post. And yes, you read right. New Year's Revolutions. What started out as wrong word usage, actually became an idea for this post. Instead of Resolving to do things, this year we should REVOLUTIONIZE the way we think! rev·o·lu·tion·ize /,revә'lōoSHә,nīz/ ▶verb change something … Continue reading New Year’s Revolutions
This is a late post from my trip to L.A. last week. I don't know about you, but when I think of a false alarm, I envision a negative pregnancy test. PHEW! ::wipes brow:: I had my tubes cut, burned, damn near ghost busted 2 years ago, yet I still worry about false alarms. Or … Continue reading False Alarm
Most nights are pretty predictable at my house. I get home after the gym. Eat a quick meal while the kids do some last minute running around, screaming and playing hide and seek with their baby brother. Get the bottles of milk ready for baby David, or Toddler David, I don't know really it sounds … Continue reading Routine Prayer
We've all heard the tired cliché, "Wait until you have kids of your own; then you'll understand." Usually, we get this from our parents with whom we've had some disagreement or misunderstanding, or yes, even a full-fledged screaming match (e.g. with Mom...again). ::rolls eyes:: But how often do we think about when we are old and … Continue reading Adult Kid
Each morning I wake up easy enough. Then again, I suppose I shouldn't say "easy". I toss and turn and SNOOZE 3,4,5 times? And like quicksand, the more I resist the deeper I sink. I mean "easy" in that for the most part we don't have to think much about your actions. MORNING ROUTINE 1: … Continue reading Being a Good Human is Hard Enough
5 de Junio 1980 Port of Mariel, Cuba ---------- Many waited in the large room. Among them, my parents and sister—only 10 months old at the time—my aunt, uncle and cousin. Like pupils, they listened intently for their names, not just to indicate that they were present, but because it meant they were a few … Continue reading God’s Mercy: The Shrimp Boat
How to get away with Mur...RIAGE! Ha! Marriage! Yes, I almost said Murder; but both go hand in hand if you ask 40-50% of the population. MARRIAGE: It's supposed to be a "Merry-Age"? But for a lot of people it's more like a slow torturous death. The plus side is you can always just pull the … Continue reading How to get away with Mur…MARRIAGE!
When I was 5 years old, I didn't have many aspirations-aside from laying on my back on the living room floor, drinking a bottle of yoo-hoo chocolate milk, while watching the latest Woody Wood Pecker cartoon or Chilly Willy. Seriously, who didn’t love singing, “My name is Chilly Willy. I’m frozen through and through.” Ah, … Continue reading Carpe What?