You know how every once and awhile you have a moment in which you look around and really see things? Whether it’s how much you love your family, or how remarkable your spouse is, or how much you adore your girlfriends, or how well you really do your job? I had one of those yesterday. … More Standing. Appointments. With. Joy.
This morning as we sat on the tarmac waiting to take-off for Phoenix I started to think about the last time I visited. It was the fall of 2010 and everything was different. Every. Single. Thing. I had come with my mom and brother to visit my grandma and aunt and uncle. My grandma moved … More Not. Like. The. Last. Time.
There are times that, as I speed through the things I need to accomplish to actually FEEL accomplished, I get irritated. I think about all that I’m doing and wonder if anyone around me gets it. Do they see all of the little things I do to improve their lives? Do they understand what an … More Apparently. I. Don’t. Get. It.
Tonight as I sit down to write, my house is quiet (and clean!), the little girls are tucked into their beds and sleeping, the puppy is asleep by my feet, and my husband is upstairs working. It’s a warm evening…today was the first hot day of the season…and the chill hasn’t returned despite the dark … More Moms. Or. Superwomen. You. Decide.
It’s disheartening that this post starts with yet ANOTHER story of a talent show I didn’t win. And, in retrospect, I’m pretty sure that of the many talent shows I participated in, I won none of them. What the hell?! When I was in sixth grade three girlfriends and I decided to lipsync and dance … More Shine.
Am I the only one who, upon seeing or hearing the word tradition, instantly starts singing the song from “Fiddler on the Roof?” I then break into a montage, in my head, of the other songs from that movie. And then I remember that awesome dance that Tevye does in the barn while singing “If … More Tradition.
When I was in my 20s I so wanted to find a man to marry that was Italian or Irish or Jewish or something that warranted practicing long-held traditions, knowledge of heritage, and hopefully a family that still reveled in their culture. I wanted a great last name. I wanted olive skinned or red haired … More Kiss. Me. I’m. German.
