September 9, 1990. Two days before I turned 14…. Cut-off jeans. Check. Mac Lipstick. Color “Twig.” Check. Loose white pocket tee from GAP. Check. Crimped hair (with the “big” setting and big bangs.) Check. White push down socks. Check. Friendship bracelets. Check. The first day/time I ever got my period. Check and check. #TBT
01.14.13
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Last week, I got my first “Hi, this is the nurse calling from **** School. Your son has a terrible stomach ache and his teacher would like you to come get him.” The call came in roughly 17 minutes after I dropped him off.  To be exact, the actually came in roughly two hours from (the first time) he told me he had a stomach ache and didn’t want to go to school… to which I responded, “A tummy ache… Hmm. Maybe you should use the bathroom…?” He said that wasn’t the problem. It was just his tummy and he wanted to stay home. In fact, he needed to ...Read More
… aka “iPhone Yoga.”
12.31.12
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It’s going fast…. this train. But I am definitely on board. It’s hard to believe that during this “don’t blink for a second” year, so much has happened. Not stuff, but moments. Memories. Changes. My LIFE. Let’s see… In 2012, in no particular order… 1) I learned to surf. 2) I moved myself, my son, (and everything but the couch) in with my boyfriend to a new home. (His couch was much, much better than ours).  3) I traveled to the most impoverished country in the Western Hemisphere and held the hands of extremely sick children. (Will be able to fully discuss this life altering adventure in a few more months). 4) I saw Bruce ...Read More
This is hardly the first post about what happened last Friday… Hardly the first post, by a “mom blogger” about frustration and fear…. Hardly the first post about a citizen of this country feeling stuck and helpless, yet restless and eager for change IMMEDIATELY… And it’s hardly the first anything that can change the fact that 6 brave adults aren’t alive to build a better future and that 20 beautiful babies are no longer playing on a yard at recess, or learning to read and write, or creating art that would have ultimately ended up on an already cluttered fridge, or becoming the “when I grow ...Read More
This is what happens when 5 year-olds get to “recoup” at grandma’s house (aka “Mimi”).Her robe. Her belt. Some random stick. And a request to make his hair look “just like Luke’s.” Priceless. (Tomorrow he goes back to school).
As I’ve mentioned recently, it’s safe to say that at age 36, I am who I am. The quirks, traits, and possibly even fates are likely sealed and determined.  But after a very special and life-changing trip last week to a foreign country, (a trip in which I cannot talk about until April 2013, but am BURSTING at the seams to share), I have a little more drive to “fix myself…” To be better. To feel better. To heal. And to accept the things I cannot change…. It’s amazing what a little perspective and time away can do… Everyone has something they wish they were better at, so I know I’m not ...Read More
Though I’m still painfully full from last night’s gi-normous feasts (in my case, we had two. Yes. TWO FULL Thanksgiving meals), it’s hard not to want to shop… While I’m not much of a run to the store, endure the Black Friday madness, kind of a gal, I know this year, a lot of purchases will be made online.  I’m in the process of figuring out what I want to get everyone and since I’m working closely with eBay, I’m thinking visiting their Holiday Gift Guide at eBay.com/holiday, is a great place to start. Plus,  along with offering crazy awesome deals eBay would like to help you keep track of your ...Read More
The things you find on your kitchen counter while prepping for Thanksgiving when living with a 5 year-old… May The Force Be With You.
11.16.12
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I’m often amazed at some of the thoughts my son shares at random times… There are the 5:54 am conversations (by conversation, I mean, him talking and me begging him to lower his voice while I bury my head in the pillow) about how I should know that Padme was Luke and Leah’s mom and that Darth Vader was once Anakin and now Optimus Prime is defeating the Autobots… Or something like that. Then there are the 2:45 pm conversations where out of no where I am bombarded with questions about how “volcane-oos” erupt or how Moses told the Pharoah to let his people go (Seriously, I’m not making this up). Then there ...Read More