What do YOU believe in?

I was pulled out of my summer blogging slumber to participate in a group project organized by a college classmate of mine. This group collab was sparked by a New York Times piece which you can view here (The New York Times series it’s based on, specifically the piece by Mike Schur and Todd May … Continue reading

Mommy, mommy, mom, mom…yo

Or, as I’m hearing more often, “Bruh…” Not exactly what I expected to hear from my girls when they turned 14…but that’s what I get. I guess it serves me right. For a time as a teen I referred to my own mom as “Moe.” Later as “Mad Millie.” Kids. Stinky teens. Trying to find … Continue reading

Two Vaccines, Two Days

And, it is done. Dad and I had our second COVID vaccinations. Even though our first doses were done one week apart, for some reason our second dosage was scheduled on April 30. IT was as bad as it sounds. First things first: all dad had with his first shot was a sore arm. I … Continue reading

The Post Gone By – April 3

My friend Bill (@ASillyPlace) has been very gracious over the years supporting my humble blog and my writing. So when he asked me to participate in a writing project, I said yes. Of course, it’s me, so this — The Post Gone By (see what I did there – it’s a nod to his page) … Continue reading

Level 2: Achieved

Level 2: Achieved

I’m a tad late to the Pandemic party — but it’s been a year. I don’t have much to say about it except that when looking through my photos on my Google drive, and my phone, I realized the only photos and memories I have of the first few weeks of the lockdown are of … Continue reading

Thirteen

I am 13. This is what I think. I have yet to learn What sounds right and what sounds mean. I have NO filter. I have NO screen. But you have NOT lived, The life that I lead. I have plans for tomorrow. I live for today! I’m also afraid of tomorrow, And what they … Continue reading

We all hold keys

I have been dreading addressing the girls’ questions about the future. I know at least one (Olena) was very serious… the other, well, not as much. She instead was focused on trying to be funny. A bit like her mother… “If I’m funny or make a joke, no one will be concerned with my feelings? … Continue reading