Not a day goes by that I don’t think of something I wish I could talk to my parents about. I regret not truly thanking them for my life. Literally. And all the opportunities they gave me. I wish I had expressed my gratitude for being good parents, staying together, teaching me right from wrong,…
He doesn’t know about the Holocaust, 9/11, Columbine, Waco, explosions in Boston or West. He believes guns are only for shooting the bad guys, although he doesn’t really understand the concept of “bad guys”. Sandy is something he gets after a day at the park or beach not a devastating hurricane or the name of…
Today I let the remainder of our holiday cards sit on the dining room table unaddressed and dirty dishes fill up our sink. I carried Lucas more than letting him walk and much to his delight served him caramel and chocolate covered popcorn with lunch. I snuggled up with him on the couch as watched…
The trees in my front and back yard are standing tall and proud. Many are not. My neighborhood is intact. Many are not. I know where my next meal is coming from. Many do not. I know where I’m sleeping tonight, warm and snug in my bed next to my husband with my son just…
I have been so down in the dumps lately with our infertility journey coming to a much needed break (for now) and the recent damage I’m having to deal with at my parents house that when I saw Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop prompts for this week, I couldn’t help but pick #1: Share one good…
Like the rest of the world, I was completely shocked hearing the news of Whitney Houston’s death on Saturday. What a tragic loss. As a teenager, I spent countless hours singing into my hairbrush in front of the mirror and coming up with dance moves to all kinds of popular music, but I distinctly remember…
I have written about 9/11 twice: Ten Years Later and We Will Never Forget. It’s hard for me to believe that it has been 10 years since one of the saddest days in America’s history; a day that still boggles my mind. The powerful and heart wrenching images that played over and over and over…
I have been watching since 1991. I have laughed, cried, jumped for joy, believed, been inspired, yelled at the television, fast forwarded, re-watched, rewound, discussed with friends, read the books, bought the products, lusted after, learned, wondered, rolled my eyes and felt better about myself all thanks to a guest I welcomed with open arms…
Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure of listening to the Dalai Lama speak about compassion and positive thinking. The Buddhist leader, wearing his traditional red and orange robes and a UC Irvine Anteaters visor cracked himself up more than once as he shared his message of peace and understanding. He explained that the problem we…
