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Finally, Paris!

I could close my eyes and envision myself sitting at a Parisian cafe, writing in a worn notebook and sipping coffee.  I held onto this vision for many years since I was a teenager.  Sometimes in my imagination, it would be raining, sometimes it was nighttime, and sometimes it was a nice sunny, summer day. … Continue reading

Crossing that Bridge

 The State of California is in desperate need of rain.  In fact, we could probably use a few weeks of constant downpour for our reserves to be at an acceptable level.  However, as my week went, with an automatic minivan door which completely stopped working, a work environment that did not seem to lighten up … Continue reading

Believe

We all have moments of weakness, moments when the stress of every day life becomes too overwhelming and we think our efforts are pointless.  Last night, after a long day of work and a series of unfortunate occurrences here and there, I was spent by the time we picked up the girls from confirmation class. … Continue reading

My Open Letter to The World ~ Post Op

Dear World, Exactly one week ago I was sophisticatedely  hacked in to by three surgeons and a robot.  I know, it sounds like the start of a bad joke but it’s not.  It is true to life ~ I could not even joke about my cystoscopy/stint application/hysterectomy/appendectomy procedure if I wanted to.  Before I entered … Continue reading

Sucker Punched

Some people step into a yoga studio to feel at peace.  Others slip on their running shoes and hit the pavement to leave their world behind and feel the wind in their hair.  I always feel calmest when I have a pen in hand or my keyboard beneath my fingertips…especially when I cannot figure things … Continue reading

A Spoonful of Sugar

Three days after surgery and I’m opening a handful of medical bills…already.  The labs, surgeons, offices, (and perhaps even the building security, who knows) have not wasted any time in calculating the costs to dissect me.  The brows are not furrowing, nor am I tapping my fingers on the table in my nervous manner.  I … Continue reading