I must admit that being an adult is way overrated and the older you get, the worse it becomes. The days of getting what you ask for or even think you deserve are long gone. Nothing fits, nothing sustains and we find that nothing or no one lasts forever.
I have heard it said if you can’t sleep, it’s because you are awake in someone else’s dream. If that’s a fact, then folks have been dreaming about me since 1973. My sleep patterns are horrendous.
The inside of my head resembles that of a 2-year-old with far more questions than answers. Some of them are thought-provoking, but the bulk of them are just totally random thoughts.
I was in middle school when my daddy turned 40. He got up that morning and pronounced that the day would be unlike any other and it was likely to be a day that no one would soon forget. It was April 3, 1978, and if you were around during that time, you remember it well.
Mother started reading to me at birth, if not before. One of my earliest memories was hearing that Nat King Cole died and thinking it was Old King Cole. I sat in my little red rocker holding my baby doll, Squoozie, quoting the poem and crying all day long.
Winter isn’t in my vocabulary and snow is a four-letter word. I detest the feeling of obligation that washes over me every time the “s” word comes across my weather app and forces me to the grocery store to buy milk and bread.
I am no expert on love. As a matter of fact, I am a role model for what not to do in life, love and relationships, but I do have perfect role models in my life and for that I am grateful.
Much can be done in 100 days. According to Gavin Ingham, creator of the 100 Day Habit, change happens in an instant, but doesn’t always stick. He said to enact change, one must stick to goals, never surrender and never, ever give up.
I’ve often stated, “If I ruled the world ...” Rest assured that things would be far different than they are now. We have a new leader-in-chief and, like it or not, he is the president of these United States.
I hate winter. I make no bones about it. I love coats and have one in almost every color from fuchsia to possibly 50 shades of gray. There’s also nothing better than a hot cup of mulled cider in the morning and a homemade soup at the end of a long day, but waking up in the dark and going hom…
Life is all about the choices we make, and I am the first to admit that I am the master of bad choices, although the older I get, the more I get it.
I am the self-professed queen of mindless quotes and useless information. My favorites most likely came from Facebook or off a T-shirt at the beach, but have enough merit for me to catalog them in the queue of my brain. One such standard, which sticks out in my mind as we move from 2020 on t…