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When I Get Old, I Hope To Look Back On My Life And…

When I get old, I hope to listen to the steady creak of the rocking chair beside me and know that you are still by my side on our front porch. I hope to look over and not only see the aged man you’ve become whose every wrinkle reflects my own, but also relive the stories each line on our skin has told. As I reach out my trembling hand for yours like I have done so many times since we met as young college kids, I hope it reminds you of all the times your hand in mine made a world of difference in our relationship. I hope we recall as we sit and rock during days of no demands and no schedules, all the obstacles we faced and more importantly all those we surpassed to reach this day. I hope we remember where we started, our trips through stores we could only dream of shopping in as a young couple just getting started on life’s journey, creating our wish list of items we would one …

Twas The Night Before Blogging…

‘Twas the night before Fabulous Blogging, when all through the HomeOnDeranged Every bloppy was blogging, even time-zoned Lizzi (not that she’s deranged) Pen Paper Pad laid on the desk with care In hopes that Hasty Words would soon be there Carrie Anne Foster and TwinDaddy nestled all snug in their beds (not together) While visions of Enchanted Seashells danced in the rain – I mean danced in their heads (it was the weather) Gunmetal Geisha with Sand in Her Toes, and Aussa Lorens and her wonderfully unkempt locks, Rattled their brains against the muted voice of writer’s block. When out in Our Land there arose such a clatter, I summoned my Left Brain Buddha before seeing what was the matter Off to social media I flew like an indiebutterfly Threw open all tabs, and let out a sigh. Words of deliciousness and musings on motherhood Gave a lustre of calculated chaos out in the bloggerhood. And what to my wrinkled mommy eyes should appear But closet confessionals from a recovering pessimist! Elleroy was here? Like an honest mom with some bitch and some wine,   I knew in …

Dear High School English Teacher, Don’t Kill My Buzz

I sat at the old worn oak table and nervously tapped my foot on the linoleum floor, stealing glances at my parents as they sat next to me trying to hide their own anxiety. How many students had awaited the unknown in this very room through the years? How many parents accompanied their children, likely being transported to a time when they were the student awaiting the fate thrust upon them by adults they never imagined becoming? As the hands ticked on the unsuspecting clock hanging on the wall, student became teacher, teacher became parent, parent became teacher, in a place where respect was demanded, expected, drilled into our psyche alongside the alphabet. You, sir, entered the room without so much as a greeting, never acknowledging us as you took the furthest seat possible, distancing yourself and immediately setting the tone for our meeting. My parents said, “Good afternoon.” You nodded, shuffled a few papers, letting the silence hang heavy between us. “I’m told you want to be in Honors English. That’s not a good …

Why Did The Blogger Cross The Road?

The streets of San Jose are expansive lanes of cars zipping this way and that, each rushing to their individual destination. Standing on the corner, a bit intimidated by this new city, I watched from the safety of the sidewalk as drivers travelled their path. I wondered what their journey entailed on a Friday morning in the middle of summer. Where were they coming from? Where were they going? I was anxious to cross and make my way to my first ever BlogHer conference yet I was hesitant to step out of my comfort zone as the traffic light changed and the countdown began. I didn’t trust the 14 seconds given to navigate my way across the four lanes of traffic with a track in the middle for public transportation, but each time I found myself being carried in the throng of pedestrians performing a tribal dance of street crossing and floated with them until I was safely on the other side. BlogHer was much the same way for me. I entered a sea of bloggers whose energy vibrated …

Washington, DC, Capitol Building Photo, Room With A View

2014 BlogHer VOTY – The Selected Post And More!

This is the post that made me dance and scream around the living room last week when I received the email that I had been selected as a 2014 BlogHer VOTY. California here I come! I am honored to be among some amazing talent and will be counting down the days until the conference in July. Scroll down for more VOTY posts worth your time!    History Of The World Part 2 It was the kind of day when the weather suggests you enjoy the outdoors, warm enough to ditch the heavy coats of winter and the restrictions they provide. Yet as I walked down the streets of Washington, DC, I held tight to a light sweater as I felt a cool breeze in the air. It really was one of those perfect days to sit under a tree, blanket spread with picnic regalia in all its splendor, and a good book in hand. I, however, lost all thoughts of the outdoors and the call of nature, as I stepped through the doors to the …

“Oh, You’re a Joiner” – Why I Joined NanoWrimo.

She sat across from me at the local coffee shop, checking her phone, looking around as we “got to know each other.” I was the new gal in town and since it wasn’t my first rodeo, I was out there doing what I do best or at the very least what I know I need to do to acquire that sense of belonging in a new place. I was reaching out to a fellow mom, a local, in the hopes of finding that one friend that can instantly take you from outsider status to outsider with a friend status. We discussed the move, the re-locations before this one, the kids and all the other usually safe topics that come up in polite conversation. In some ways, it was like the job interview I didn’t see on my wall calendar that morning as I stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand, making sure I didn’t forget my kid’s project or overlook a dentist appointment. I recall finding it strange when she glanced up from her phone …

The Sunday Sip…Fill Your Cup

I had the honor of being featured at More Than Mommies this morning for The Sunday Sip. Check it out!   It’s Sunday!  Which means that More Than Mommies is here with another edition of The Sunday Sip.  You are going to LOVE meeting our featured blogger this weekend – if you don’t already know her!  If you do already know her then you know that she cherishes blog comments as much as we do – so stop by leave her some love . . . and tell her we love her, too! I now give you – Leah from Little Miss Wordy!   So tell us, Leah . . . what’s in your cup this morning? Coffee, I was raised in a Cuban Starbucks. Anyone who WASN’T drinking coffee before reading that post is surely off to make a cup now . . . as a matter of fact, I think I need to tak a minute to go pour myself another cup! Some of our readers know who you are and some of them will be meeting …

A Letter To The First Commenter On My Blog is live on BlogHer

My post last week, A Letter To The First Commenter On My Blog just went live as a syndicated post in the Blogging and Social Media section at BlogHer! I am flattered that “the powers that be” over at BlogHer liked it so much they asked me if they could share it. Please head over and comment and share away so they aren’t hearing crickets over there. Link to it here: