Children don’t understand irony or sarcasm and they don’t understand change. When you’re a kid, it’s impossible to imagine that you won’t always be beaten, or bullied, or sent to bed without dinner because you just couldn’t choke down broiled beef liver, no matter how you buried it under mashed potatoes or ketchup.
As the youngest of three girls in my family, I had a preview of life by seeing how my sisters did or didn’t navigate it: struggling … Read the rest
As I wrote in my last blog post- it’s not so easy to be grateful. Especially, when some days, everyone is acting so shitty. I mean we know we should be grateful because we have so much to be thankful for- not being in a war zone; not being in a flood or drought prone part of the world; not being in a mass terrorist attack. You get the drift. You’d have to be totally clueless not to realize how … Read the rest
I try to live in a state of gratitude all the time. Well, at least as much as possible.
I really am cognizant and grateful of all that I have, especially my husband, my cats, my friends, chocolate, my health—not necessarily in that order every day.🤪
But today, I feel like I could’ve easily been killed—so I am truly SO grateful to be simply alive.
To give some context, I got my driver’s license when … Read the rest
We all go about our day, juggling personal and professional obligations; popping on and off Zoom calls, all the while doing laundry EVERY SINGLE WEEK😱 (ever notice that before you even turn around, the hamper is full???!!—has it been a week already?) shopping for food; answering emails; cutting cats’ toenails; buying birthday cards; killing the mealy bugs on plants with Q-tips soaked in rubbing alcohol; vacuuming hair balls… you get my drift. And unless we have a tooth problem, a … Read the rest
The first day after the election, I couldn’t imagine that Biden won. When my mind went to the possibility, I could feel the pressure of heavy tears against my eyes, as if an onion in its prime had been waved under my nose. I didn’t want to cry—it seemed so overly dramatic. But that’s how I felt. That if it were really true, that we wouldn’t have to live in a country that had been taken over by a mad … Read the rest
When I was a little girl, my mother had this dress, a bubble dress. I think it was in a soft blue, green color. More than the dress however, I remember the spike heels. My mother was five feet (with great legs) and I’m sure the spike heels helped a lot with my Dad who was 6’3”.
I remember that when my sisters got to a certain age, they started with the spike heels, and I would try walking in … Read the rest
Sometimes being grateful isn’t a matter of being thankful for what you have or what you’ve experienced, but rather being grateful for what you don’t have or what hasn’t happened to you.
So though I’m endlessly grateful for my cute husband, who rolls our laundry into neat piles after seeing a Marie Kondo wannabe explain how to declutter your house; and my cats; and my chocolate; and my flowering begonias; I am also grateful that I have never had a … Read the rest
