The country is moving one step closer every day to becoming Gilead. My rage is leaving me exhausted and sad. I feel like I have been shouting from a cliff since November 2016 and only my echo is answering me. But we only have 7 days until the last day of school. The holiday weekend… Continue reading The OC, Part Deux
“Can I ask you for your honest opinion?”, I asked the lady with the black hair, cool Buddy Holly glasses, and denim shirt. “Of course,” she said as she stopped and gave me her full attention. I held up the silky grape colored shirt with the muted flowers on it. “Is this too old lady?”… Continue reading Adult Daycare
An outfit for Christmas. A dress and shoes for Easter. Whatever I want for the first day of school. An outfit for a concert, a play, or a football game. My mom taught me there was always an occasion, no matter how big or small, that called for a new outfit. This ensured we always… Continue reading Fashion Queen
As much as I love going to places like New York City and LA, I have learned to appreciate hanging out around home even more. So for my birthday that is what we did: We started Saturday with a trip to our favorite park: Could this pic be any more California? I know I am… Continue reading Birthday Weekend Snaps
As Curls and I drove home early Monday morning from LAX, we talked about our weekend trip to New York City. Our carry ons in the trunk were stuffed with gifts for her brother and dad and souvenirs for ourselves. Her Harry Potter and my Hello Kitty backpack had leftover Takis, chocolate, books, one navy… Continue reading 61 Hours
If Mecum Auto Auction in Pomona was my Valentine's Day present to hubby, Cirque du Soleil's show Luzia was mine. I love chocolate, flowers, and jewelry but having new experiences with my family is my favorite thing of all. Luzia wowed us all. Luzia's stage was a circle of marigolds, a prominent flower of Mexico.… Continue reading Luzia: I Really Need to Do Yoga More
I hurried up to the line to get in, feeling the vibration of the music playing. I got behind two boys who looked a couple of years older than me and hoped they wouldn’t turn around to look at my family. Dad came up a moment later and gruffly said, “Stay here.” I nodded and… Continue reading Can You Tell I Don’t Know the Words?