Yes, you heard right and you might be asking – what on earth do Costco and Tinder have in common? Well, let me explain. A couple of months ago I headed to Costco for my usual run to buy café, chips, and other random household items. Kid #3 was with me that day and I
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The other day as I listened to “Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen while engaged in my deep cleaning routine, my body broke out into an unexpected dance and damn it felt so good to just go with it. As I danced in my kitchen in complete freedom, a thought crept into my mind
Last week, out of nowhere, one of our dogs suddenly died without giving any warning whatsoever. From one day to the next, just gone. As I spend time reflecting on this incident, I think about the fact that’s when death is hardest to deal with, when it gives no warning, no anticipation, no notice, nada.
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Yes, you heard me right. I’m breaking up with you Netflix so stop emailing me about things you think would interest me, trying to lure me back into the deep dark abyss of wasted time with you. Next thing you know you’re going to start sending me texts too! How many years has this thing
Growing up I always loved Christmas – the twinkling lights hanging from the rusty nails hastily tacked over the paint chipped patio that ended up in what looked more like a haphazard zig zag pattern, the decorating of the reliable plastic pre-lit tree that just needed a bit of dusting and re-shaping from being kept
As the Western year is quickly coming to a close, despite my shock and objection, I wanted to take a moment and reflect on a couple of learning lessons this year. Mothering is both rough and rewarding, all moms readily understand this and it needs no explanation. And although it seems that most of my
Dear New Mexico, It’s been 20 years since I landed on your shores, I mean dusty sand bars. And as I reflect on this significant amount of time, I realize that the best metaphor to describe my stay is akin to that of a lover who has been both cruel and ever so loving. I
Two years have passed and my anger towards the Universe has not ended or lessened. Here I am caught up in my Frankenstein fantasies that somehow there’s a way to bring you back, to revive you. I miss your laugh the most, that major mischievous smile sprawled across your face, that could convince most in
Yeah you heard me right, Mexican is now a thing! It’s trending, it’s cool, it’s what people are paying to wear this summer and I’m not just talking about those on their privileged escapades to Mexican resorts. It’s happening here in the good ole U.S. of A. Serious! Over the weekend I was out for
