Bathing suits of yesteryear. Comfort for all!
Bring back bathing suits for strong and confident women. The ones that encourage us to run on the beach and embrace every phase of womanhood instead of making us focus on picking dental floss out of our ass cheeks. I once read a blog post entitled “how to wear a bikini.” The post said “step one: buy a bikini. step two: put it on.” This is easier said than done with the options you provide us.
I have bathing suit envy. The other day I went shopping with my husband for a bathing suit. He bought a nice pair of Hurley board shorts. They look extremely comfortable, tie at the waist and then go down to the knee. In fact, he also purchased a matching sun shirt. I would look AMAZING in that! You know what I don’t look amazing in? Your stupid bathing suit designs. Continue reading
Two days ago I had a vivid dream. I was walking through my grandparents home in Pennsylvania. My grandfather was cooking bacon and eggs at the stove. He had a percolator of fresh coffee heated and ready to drink. I could feel the love in the house, see the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, feel the floor beneath my feet, and could smell the scent of my grandparents in the air. Suddenly, they vanished. I started to mourn and exclaim out loud that “I just wanted to say goodbye!” I woke up feeling my loss once again. Continue reading
The sun had set and he and his friends were eight miles past Little Rock Arkansas on I-40. They were eager to return home after a couple of days in Texas at SXSW. Driving at what I can only assume was highway speed, the car’s tire popped. One could say that the tire popped in the middle of nowhere since Little Rock was behind them, hundreds of miles of farmland were ahead of them and they were 800 miles away from home. Continue reading
His blue eyes lit up as he gazed at my dog. The twinkle in them was the first thing I noticed, followed by his friendly smile as my dog approached his chair. Memories seemed to flood back to his brain as we spoke about how he once had a dog and how he just loved him. He gently pet Cap, laughing and commenting on the softness of his fur and the attractiveness of his eyes. Cap is a pet visitation therapy dog. He visits elder-care homes, schools and other organizations that can benefit from the amazing bond between humans and animals. Quite frequently he visits those affected by some form of dementia. Continue reading
My dear friend, I want you to know that I only see “you.” I’ve known you for years. I knew you when you were fifty pounds lighter, ten pounds heavier, five pounds near your goal, and I’ve seen you in sun dresses, the skinny jeans, and the sweatpants. You were married, you were divorced, you were single and you were pregnant. During all of those different times in our lives, all I’ve ever truly seen was “you.” We are friends because of your smile, your positive attitude, the perspective you give me on life, your loyalty, your intellect, your dedication to your friends and family, your weird laugh and all of the truly important things that make you….you. We are friends because we have laughed until we have cried, we have reassured each other, we have been honest with each other, we have said the easy things and the hard things to each other and at the core, we have truly “seen” each other.
I only see “you.” The real you. Continue reading
Currently I am not registered as an organ donor. For the first time in my life, I am seriously giving it some thought. In the last six months there have been two experiences that have touched me to the very depths of my soul. The first experience was the loss of a teen in one of our local high schools. His family’s willingness to donate his organs saved eight lives. My second experience is happening right now with a dear friend who is waiting for a transplant.
How many people are waiting? Continue reading
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Dear celebrities, the media and all citizens:
Stop picking on Barron Trump. Just stop it. He’s ten years old. The next four years of his life will set some serious groundwork for the man he will become. You cannot sit on your high and mighty pedestal pontificating about Donald Trump’s character and then turn around and pick on a ten year old. That makes you a hypocrite.
Barron Trump is the same age as my son Max. If Max had to sit through a long day of pomp and circumstance, he would not only be whining but would probably fall asleep in his chair. Barron was extremely composed for a ten year old. I loved watching him play peek-a-boo while his father signed his first order of business. Continue reading
My grandmother and their great-grandmother!
In December I lost my strong, slightly eccentric, very colorful and loving grandmother. I will love her and miss her forever and my world has become just a little bit too quiet with her gone. Although she lived until she was 93, losing her was not so easy. Is it ever? When you lose someone you love? Is it ever easy? She lived a long life, but my life was just a little bit better with her on this earth.
If I would have to describe the one lesson my grandmother taught me that stands out the most, it was to simply be yourself. Don’t apologize for who you are, what you have, what you believe and what you want out of your life. Own your truth. She did this every single day and drove many of us crazy in the process.
Own your truth. Live your truth. Continue reading
Last night, on New Year’s Eve, I stayed home with my children. I ended my year with a typical epic mother fail. We stayed up to watch the ball drop but I had the wrong channel on. This resulted in my ten year old having a bit of a melt down and me frantically searching for a do over. Just so you know, there are no do-overs on New Year’s Eve. I’m hoping that today we can see a replay of the festivities.
Many of you have made, or may be making New Year resolutions. Before you do, take your coffee into a quiet room and look back and reflect on the past year. Only when you briefly look back can you move forward. I haven’t done this yet. I’m going to do it right this second as I write to all of you. Hold on…let me get my coffee! Shit’s about to get real. Continue reading
I’m struggling with content for my blog. It’s not writer’s block or lack of motivation. I’m wrestling with ethics. When I started to write posts for my blog, I did so with the intention of reaching peoples’ hearts. I wanted to make a difference, be relatable and hopefully help someone in the process. I shared stories of love, marriage, divorce, children and friendship. Some of my posts were well received. Life went on and larger topics loomed. Then I hit a wall. Blogging is so personal and sometimes it can be almost like walking on a tight rope.
When is writing about a topic hurting someone more than helping them?
My ex-husband reached out to me one day about one of my divorce posts that I had written two years ago. He didn’t like what I had written. I was very defensive. I have always tried to be extremely careful with how I presented our past. I even sent him some other posts he had not read. I explained to him that my intent was to inspire and lift up others. Continue reading