I have been to twenty-three funerals in the past two weeks. And at every single one of them, all of the sorrowful strangers looked at me like I should have been slayed by him with the rest of his victims, my colleagues and my patients. Just because I was not there when the attack happened… Continue reading The Talk…
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.
Drake was looking for revenge all summer '16, but I was looking for adventure, new experiences, fun, family time, and relaxation... Summer 2016 has been filled with so much essence, but it feels like it has gone by so rapidly. I had a great summer home in Arizona with my family. So, in response to… Continue reading Summer, Summer, Summer Time!
Happy one-year blogiversary to me! Thanks for reading! Can't believe my one-year blogiversary is today. It has been a great year. I'm glad last summer I finally decided to take a chance and put myself and my writing out there. It's been a wonderful journey so far, and here's twelve (for twelve months in a… Continue reading 12 Things I Enjoyed My First Year of My Blog.
Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days. Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard. Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines. Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees. Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona
When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)
Saturday night, I spent five hours at the Ak-Chin Pavillion standing, dancing, screaming, singing, jumping, thirsty, sweating, and having a phenomenal night. I haven't been to the Ak-Chin Pavillion since July 11, 2008 when it was still called the Cricket Wireless Pavillion. Eight years ago I went with my old best friend to see… Continue reading The Endless Summer Tour!
To Sister's House With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car's clear window. Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields. With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade. To sister's… Continue reading To Sister’s House
From teeny bop posters to pictures in frames. The thing bout growing up is that nothing remains the same.