The eve of St. Patrick’s Day is upon us, and, while many may scoff at the celebration of this day, I love any reason to celebrate. Especially if it involves themed beverages. That being said, my life is quite different now. There will be no rollicking through the city streets. Or in my case, play a… Continue reading For The Healthy(ish) Lasses & Lads
It was a stormy day in February, proceeding a rare event of snowfall throughout our fair city of Tucson. WHAT? You’re saying in your head right now. Snow in Tucson, AZ? But, it happens on a very unpredictable schedule that a rogue blizzard* blankets the city. *I use the term blizzard loosely, meaning enough-flurries-to-coat-the-ground-though-it-will-melt-by-tomorrow. But… Continue reading Snow Flurry Shakedown Away
I laugh at myself knowing how silly this sounds, and really that it has been a long time coming. Secretly though, I don’t care how silly it is, I’m feeling pretty good about myself right now. Let’s be real. Let’s back up, I’m the baby of my family. Do you know what that means? I… Continue reading Adulting on POINT.
The years following a loss are unexpected and confusing. That is perhaps the understatement of the year, but in sitting here and attempting to summarize them, that is the best that I can do. At this point, a part of me wanted to be able to say “I changed the world for her.” Because in… Continue reading The Forever Feeling
He’s here now. You can’t see him, because, well, he is now part of me. He clings to my back with arms wrapped around my neck—not in a chokehold—but rather a tight embrace. The embrace is a warning, though, that it could easily become a choke. I wonder why he chose me and if he’ll… Continue reading Roommates
Dear GB, Dear Mami, I decided to do a hybrid blog to both of you because the two of you share this quality of spaces in my heart that I didn’t know I had, until I had them. I’m sorry it has been so long since I’ve written. I’m sorry Mami that my Lessons from… Continue reading Lessons from my Mom and Son/#34-infinity
Almost exactly a year ago, I sat at the foot of your couch massaging your feet. You always told me I had a very special way of massaging the perfect pressure points that no one else could seem to match. I assumed you were Mami-how-do-you-make-pancakes-ing me, but I was happy to play along. Your feet… Continue reading Lesson 33: How to Achieve Your Happily Ever After