I am going to be uncharacteristically brief in today’s post. There’s no need for me to go on and on. There’s just one point I want to make. I have to admit I love the irony.
Yesterday morning I wrote about the extremes we go to, when it comes to celebrities. How we idolize them, put them on pedestals and treat them like heroes. Actually, we don’t just treat them like heroes. I think we believe they are heroes. Misguided as it is.
But little did I know, by last night, we’d be seeing real heroes in action. When teams representing local, state and federal law enforcement caught and captured Dzhokar Tsarmaev, one of the suspects believed to
My posts have been kind of philosophical lately. It wasn’t my intention. At least not consciously. But it is the way they’ve turned out. I speak from my heart, so obviously, it’s how I’m feeling. And clearly, it’s something I want to share. Or need to share.
It’s like I’m taking a moment, to take stock. Of who and what I am. Maybe even checking in, if you will, to see if I should be recalibrating. Or even if I just want to. It’s something I do, from time to time. Most of the time I’m not even aware I’m doing it, until the obvious jumps out at me. Or I have a big AHA moment, or something.
Today, what’s struck me is how much I have to be grateful for. This could be top of mind right now because of a movie I saw Saturday afternoon. A documentary about a musician, with enormous talent, who was never recognized in America. But unbeknownst to him, he was a mega hit in South Africa. Imagine never knowing such a thing. Imagine never receiving a dime of the royalties he was entitled to.
I don’t want to give it all away because I am going to blog about this film. So suffice to say, it could certainly
We’re just a few days into the New Year, and already I am lucky enough to have a fellow blogger think my blog is worthy of recognition. Just the other evening I received an email from the young woman behind the blog, Cancer In My Thirties, telling me she was nominating me for the Reality Blog Award.
I can’t tell you how touched I am. With everything going on in her own life, to think she even takes the time to read my blog amazes me, thrills me and humbles me. I hope you read her blog. Her willingness to share what she’s going through, and the honesty with which she writes, really deserves your time. You won’t be sorry, trust me. She is a courageous and inspiring woman, is all I can say.
There are no ‘rules’ that go along with this one. There are some questions; and because they are different from all the others, I am going to answer them. So here goes:
1. If you could change something about your life what would you change?
Nothing. I stand by the decisions and choices I’ve made. Mistakes and all. I get to do the one thing I have wanted to do since I was a young girl. I am a writer. How lucky am I? Sure, when we get the chance to look Continue reading →