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
As my tío Mazatzin pointed out late last night in his FB post (yes I saw it, just been in avoidance behavior since then), I’ve made it through another trip around the Sun, but barely. On this day that witnessed my first breath of life, __ years ago (you fill in the blank), that
I can almost guarantee that every single one of us on the Facebook hook has been un-friended at some point or another or worse yet, has committed the act on someone else. Scenario: The other day that I was seeking self-entertainment I decided to actually spend time peering into the lives of my FB friends.