Every kid wants to be a super hero when he grows up. Even I used to wrap tin foil on my wrists and pretend to be Wonder Woman. That was before I realized Hollywood exploited her feminine wiles and made her mash her breasts together to create a veritable human Grand Canyon of … [Read more...] about Sugar Milk – 5:00 Fridays
parenting
High School Boys and Tragic Ends
There is so much sad news this week about local teens. Three high school boys died in a single car crash while their sole survivor friend is in critical condition. They were 16 and 17 years old. They were all wearing seat belts. Excessive speed is to blame. A high school senior … [Read more...] about High School Boys and Tragic Ends
Drowning.
I am grateful that Bird and Deal have a healthy fear of water. They frolic and splash but know the power that water yields. Bird loves to swim but he knows his limits. Deal thinks the pool is a giant bath tub and doesn't understand the point of swimming when there are boats to … [Read more...] about Drowning.
My Greatest Accomplishment and My Un-Bucket List
Do you have a bucket list? Some of my Avon Breast Cancer Walk teammates walked to check off the grueling yet rewarding experience from their bucket list. Another friend does crazy runs through mud and muck and 24-hour relays because she is a masochist gets off on crazy shit she … [Read more...] about My Greatest Accomplishment and My Un-Bucket List
My Friend’s Kids Were Abducted by Their Mother – Wordless Wednesday
I'm speechless. Please pass on this link to help my friend find his children. I'm not laughing. This is no joke. … [Read more...] about My Friend’s Kids Were Abducted by Their Mother – Wordless Wednesday
Puberty
Deal, singing his own lyrics to Weird Al: "I lost in puberty, baby." Whole family busts a gut, practically spewing tempeh coconut curry, and staining our placements with turmeric. Bird: "Dogs don't go through puberty, do they?" Deal: "Yes, they do. It's … [Read more...] about Puberty
The Beach and Bad Words
What mesmerizes me about the ocean is that it never stops. You cannot measure time by something eternal. The ocean dances to the metronome of the moon in a paradox of grace and rage. As we squished sand between our toes on our weekend beach getaway, I was once again moved by the … [Read more...] about The Beach and Bad Words