Day Twenty – My most prized possession…

I’m fortunate enough to have “possessions” that some might envy (even my younger self)… things that I’ve acquired along the way.  I’ve got a relatively new car that runs pretty well. Relatively new, meaning 7 years old.  Pretty well, meaning I take it in for regular maintenance and the entire right side has been replaced… Continue reading Day Twenty – My most prized possession…

Day Nineteen – Free Write…My Summer Vacation

What’s that you say? Summer just started? Yeah, I know, but for me, vacation is only two weeks long…and those two weeks went by a little too fast for my tastes.  I have to say though, I think I did a much better job at enjoying every moment of every day this time.  That did… Continue reading Day Nineteen – Free Write…My Summer Vacation

Day Eighteen – First Person POV

This is like, totally nuts. I mean, who ever thought Auntie P would ever get kicked out of her house? I mean, you’d think people would cut her a little slack since Uncle P died. That’s so scary!  What if WE got kicked out of OUR house? Where would we go? Damn, I hope we… Continue reading Day Eighteen – First Person POV

Day Seventeen – What if…

i threw caution to the wind? i forgot the words i heard long ago that keep me trapped in a cycle of not living my dreams? i can’t support myself? i can’t support Maya? i can’t pay my bills? no one reads what i write? i get writer’s block? i become a hermit? i forget… Continue reading Day Seventeen – What if…

Day Sixteen – Lost and Found, Part 3 in a Series

There’s a reason I buy two pairs of (cheap) sunglasses at a time.  At least once or twice a week, I will lose the pair I’m currently wearing. As a mom, and a teacher, I’m often worried about caring for others and therefore, forget my own things all.the.time. I leave them in the car, on… Continue reading Day Sixteen – Lost and Found, Part 3 in a Series

Day Fifteen-How things change…

So yesterday I went and got my hair did. I’m not a vain person in general, but the gloomy gray of my roots doesn’t really suit my face at this point in my life and it makes me feel old. (I hope some day it does suit my face because it would really save me… Continue reading Day Fifteen-How things change…