It’s only money if you have it. The same holds true for hair. It seems easier to give when money abounds. If I’m not worried about paying for groceries or my electricity being shut off, I’m more willing to share, donate, or give money to someone in need. If, however, I hit a point where…
There are basics in everything, even parenting. I read this article today about wardrobe basics. I’m forever trying to stock my closet so I look like…well, someone super cool. It never works, and I default to the navy blue T-shirt and jeans just about every day, but it’s still a new year so I’ll delude…
Michael and I met our junior year in high school, 1988. I used Aqua Net for my awesome bangs, he wore Vans and we both rolled our jeans. Michael transferred to our school and when he arrived a few of my friends were pretty excited. New guy, kind of preppy, sounded like the same giddy…
I have this jacket I bought at J.Crew last winter. It’s sort of a camo green, but it’s tailored and it has a lot of gold snaps. I’ve always thought there were too many snaps. It stops just short of Michael Jackson. It’s not gaudy, but I don’t really wear it. The jacket feels like…
I feel like leather pants should be a controlled substance. They need to be behind a counter or a sliding glass window, not just out in the open for everyone to wear. I know it sounds mean and I’m sorry, well I’m not really sorry because this is factual information. There needs to be an…
I love you. Those three words have become “the moment” in movies, books, songs, even real life. It seems we have been pausing for “I love you” to slip from our lover’s lips since the beginning of time. They are iconic words, but what lies beneath can be as vast and varied as the people…
A veteran, according to the dictionary, is a person that has served in the armed forces. Veterans that have had direct exposure to acts of military conflict are often called war veterans. I am married to a veteran. I have family and friends that are either veterans or war veterans. On this day and every…
I’m lost, broken down the middle of my heart. I have playlists that I listen to while I write. Sometimes I work in silence if I’m arguing with myself, but for the most part there’s music. I listen to the gamut. This song is on my “Time to Write About Ache” playlist. I really love…
Just imagine if we could all be ourselves. I’m not sure we wouldn’t kill each other, but no doubt we would let out a collective sigh of relief. The expectations of others is only outdone by the expectations we put on ourselves. The pressure can be immense. I feel like one of the bennies of…