Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 →
Long post alert. I am no "bleeding-hearts" liberal. Neither am I a "ranting" right-winger. I can like one and dislike the other and vice versa, based on situations. I am no die-hard. Because to do so would be to become absolutes and people are rarely just one thing. The one thing we can count on... Continue Reading →
I'm a wee bit narcissistic. I like to look good although you couldn't tell that from my perpetual "in sweatpants and loose tshirts" style but I do like to dress up. Even more so, I like to have a clear complexion and a healthy glow that isn't brought on by a cornucopia of make-up. Sadly,... Continue Reading →
I occasionally got back and read stuff I'd blogged about earlier. Sometimes I can see an evolution in the style of writing and at other times it seems either pedantic or boring. But this one is relevant even today, hence the repost. It was written 8.5 years ago on a day when I seemed to... Continue Reading →
I'm an only child. That was by design. I am used to space. I love space. Not the ones with galaxies and monkeys in the cube (cue theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey). But spaaaace. I have one child. One husband. That too is by design. Too much of a good thing and your... Continue Reading →
At this time, if you Google Ahmed the results that will come flying are only about the teenager who was mistaken for a terrorist by a supposedly over-cautious, over-anxious, overzealous school. But it seems to that there are again, two sides to every story. Ahmed Mohamed. Who is he? Just a person of color? A teenager?... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 