Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
After many days of not going to the gym, I finally went back. Not because I missed it. Not because I suddenly discovered discipline. And certainly not because I woke up thinking, "Today feels like a good day to find out exactly how many muscles in my abdomen have abandoned me." I went back because I am a... Continue Reading →
Kielbasa isn't the most famous import of Poland. The phrase "not my circus, not my monkey" is apparently a translation of the Polish saying, "nie mój cyrk, nie moje małpy" and boy does it get bandied about a lot! So while the circus may still put up a tent that you wanted no part of... Continue Reading →
There comes a magical stage in a woman’s life when everyone around her suddenly needs her. Not wants her. Needs her. Her elderly parents need her. Her in-laws need her. Her nearly-adult teenager needs her. Her spouse needs her. The household needs her. The dog probably needs her, although at this point she’s considering feeding... Continue Reading →
Almost two months ago my father suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI). It was touch and go for quite a while but he always managed to stop himself from crossing the border into a much more difficult space; for him and for us. And now he's back home. Part of his rehabilitation is listening to... Continue Reading →
My kid's teenage years are kicking my heiney!* I was smarter as a teen than I am as a middle-aged mother of one. Primarily because I kept the eye rolling to a minimum and the simian grunts to a fairly non-existent level. I had to since my mother was handy with her spatulas and my... Continue Reading →
TO has learnt the art of being an utter smartass and sneaks it into conversations with a smoothness that by turns annoys me and also makes me laugh. A little while ago, we were doing a round of Q&A about his upcoming swim theory exams and one of the questions was about what to do... Continue Reading →
In the world that Marie Kondo rules (in a manner of speaking), decluttering isn't merely something to be done; it can become a family activity of sorts while setting you free. Free from disarray, free from decisions about what goes where and why and ultimately free to move around your own space and feel good.... Continue Reading →
It's been consistently sporadic rains for the past few days in my city. And if that's too much of an oxymoron, tough! It's the best a mother can do after her gravelly-voiced offspring woke her up yet again with a loud honk of his nose and his constricted breathing, not to mention the countless sneezes.... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 