Having no idea whatsoever of the time. A margarita - and then another one. Donuts with breakfast and chips with lunch. Classic board games. Ordering your afternoon like this: walk - nap - run - shower - wine. Another load of towels in the washing machine. A layer of stickiness that can only be … Continue reading Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.”
Category: musings
Why print news producers should be inspired by breast milk
This is going to take a minute to explain, so bear with me. To begin, if you've ever had any experience with breastfeeding, be it yourself or someone who you've observed nursing a child, you're probably familiar with the term "liquid gold" as a synonym for breast milk. It's that precious of a commodity. When … Continue reading Why print news producers should be inspired by breast milk
Living the dream
When was the last time you gave yourself permission to jump? Was it a long time ago? Do you remember that feeling of excitement mingled with fear? Did you wake up, in the morning as well as in the middle of the night, and immediately think about the opportunity which had seemingly fallen at your … Continue reading Living the dream
Screen play
I've been slightly obsessed with the windows in my second story home. Many of the windows are on the larger size and Jeter likes to situate himself so his paws are propping him up on the window sill. My big fear is that he will attempt to chase something he sees outside of the window … Continue reading Screen play
Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
Flipping the bird
Apologies in advance for this post's title. I don't intend it to convey any disrespect, it's more my attempt to emotionally remove myself from an incident which I found to be upsetting. Here’s what happened… Over the weekend, my son came across an injured bird in the lawn next to our house. The poor guy … Continue reading Flipping the bird
Zero tolerance for pain
I've come to realize that I don’t do well with pain, at least not pain of the emotional sort. As a matter of fact, when someone seriously hurts my feelings, I get angry. Really, really angry. Like I practically see red and have a tendency to behave in an irrational and borderline insane way. It … Continue reading Zero tolerance for pain
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