It's been just over a month since we sold our longest running restaurant business. For more than a month, my husband and I have been in a somewhat strange state of very early retirement, sitting on our couch in the sunny side of the house, dreaming up dreams of a future doing anything-but-restaurant things. Anyone… Continue reading In Limbo, Veritas
Are you ready for another short story? If you like being tantalized and tingled by words, send me an email at email@example.com and I'll send you the second short story in the Disciples series... All the original subscribers will get theirs in their inbox shortly! Here's an excerpt from 'Going In For The Kiss:' ***… Continue reading Going In For The Kiss
There's no better person to describe to you the feeling of being stuck than a bipolar person. It's because we know both spectrums of the mood scale; the feelings of hopeless stickiness and those of wild abandon, if you will.
I had to laugh when I saw my 9 year old son's Instagram post the other night: he had taken a blurry picture of the full moon and captioned it: Now my mom is going to go crazy! (Crazy face emoji, monkey face emoji.) He could only have got this idea from his father, his… Continue reading Full Moon Makes Mom Crazy
I really hate school concerts. I am such a bad parent when it comes to participating or baking or attending or volunteering. I feel what the school does in trying to include us in school activities to be nothing short of molestation! Anybody else brave enough to feel this way?!
I'm totally bored by the concept of Women's Month. Are we still having to prove to the world that we are important enough to have an opinion? I just don't get it; in the month of August, we are all to focus on women's achievements, women's art, women's worldly opinions, women's sport, etc but not have to specifically focus on it on any other month? Pfft!
I have always been a foreigner. I’ve never lived in a country where I could cast a vote. I’ve had a million passports and a million visas in them. I’ve gone home, to the place of my birth, only once in the 35 years I’ve been abroad. It wasn’t even called Serbia when I left her, it was still under the socialist hand of Tito, and it was comprised of six republics, all now separate countries from what was then called Yugoslavia.