On the short list of good things from the global pandemic is it's shown me who are my friends and who are my "frenz."
I think another item on the list of good things from the pandemic is I also learned it is okay, in fact, BETTER to have a handful of legitimate and caring friends, rather than 1,000 frenz. Quality over quantity, always.
I've done things on this list out of an unclear picture about what constitutes communication. Prior to reading an earlier article about sh*tty communicators, I thought that by adding my own, "I know what you mean…
And 10 reasons is only the tip of the iceberg.
Back in June of 2020, I’d had enough of Facebook. I realized the social media site was causing a combination of bad feelings in me like anxiety, anger, disgust, dread, and disdain for so many of my frenz (the word I use for the people I am connected with but couldn’t, with 100% certainty, pick them out of a lineup).
The only thing keeping me on Facebook was a group created for parents of students at a college my youngest attends. That particular group has fantastic information not found anywhere else, and I knew being a part of that group…
And it’s not because I don’t understand technology — it’s because I do.
A little over two years ago, my husband moved out of our house and into an apartment. For the first year after he left, I had no interest in dating anyone. Wise advice abounds all over the Internet and in self-help books about how one should take a break from relationships after a significant one ends. …
I love these ideas so much I put it on my 'Daily Plan' to figure out what I want to do on my big adventure, my little adventure, and one whimsical pursuit.
I'm definitely going to celebrate Waffle Day even though my kids are grown and I don't usually make waffles, but this year I am! It will be a total surprise for the two college kids I have at home due to COVID, so thank you for making their lives more fun, too.
The Waffle Day will also add a mission to my to do list--find the best waffle recipe. I am going to start on OnceUponAChef.com since the recipes are almost all 5 stars.
I'm currently in the "I'm going to kill my one year old Mac for not allowing me to highlight the whole sentence" phase of life! Lol.
We had some serious weather on Monday. I live in the north part of San Diego, California. We never get serious weather--not enough to comment about, anyway.
The weather reflected my mood: blustery, out of control, random, freaky, scary, but also very exciting! I have been a dancing queen (still am), a mom (still am), a sometimes wise woman, and not yet a crone.
Coronavirus and the lockdown has provided with far too much time for self-reflection and quiet. I'd love to get back to being loud and combine it with the quiet exploration in the forests of the East Coast.
And I knew my food preferences had turned to sh*t.
The time I gagged on an apple was probably when I was a little kid, right? Wrong! It was just last week.
Like many people during this never-ending pandemic, I’ve turned to food for comfort. And, I’ll be honest, I’ve also turned to drink. Nothing like a coupla glasses of wine to get you through the 280 lonely Netflix nights, amirite? I’ve gone so far as to buy the stemless wine glasses because they fit in the dishwasher better. That red flag (or does white work better?) …
And I’d make the same decision again.
In another lifetime, I moved from the suburbs of Philadelphia to the suburbs of San Diego. Complete and total culture shock aside, I thought when I stepped on the accelerator on the Pennsylvania Turnpike and left Philly with my best friend, I would never, ever return.
And for the better part of my life, I kept that promise and ghosted the city without a thought.
I didn’t realize I was asleep
About five years ago, I was invited to a former high school classmate’s surprise party that opened my adult eyes to Philadelphia. Little did the party organizer know that this one invitation would be life…
And still be respected in the morning.
For the most part, my parents seemed not to have fun while parenting my sister and me. I don’t remember a lot of laughter or smiles in our house unless alcohol was involved. And even then, there was no guarantee. The fun often turned ugly because my dad could be a very mean and violent drunk.
I remember playing alone but never with my parents. I’m sure it was a combination of them having to work too hard and for very long hours. After a long, blue collar day either in the Michigan heat/humidity or the bone chilling Michigan winters…
A Haiku written in a moment of exhaustion
Not every good deed needs to be recognized.
My daughter’s first choice college was in Brooklyn, New York. After attending the school for a full year, she decided it wasn’t quite for her, so in May I flew to JFK and helped her pack her stuff in order to move to a new school in August.
Since I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be back to New York for a very long time (if at all), the trip to pack up my daughter also became a whirlwind tour of the city. …
