I've been working on a 2015 wrap up post for a couple of weeks now. By working on, I mean that I'd given it a great title, Lessons from a Year on Time Out, and written a couple of sentence.
While I consider myself creative, I don't consider myself to be artistic. That is unless you count the use of words to draw a picture, which I think I can do. As a child I envied kids who could draw a house that consisted of more than a triangle over a rectangle, topped with a… Continue reading Paints, Clay, Wine & Friends: A week of accidental art therapy
I walk by and something tells me to turn my head. I see you standing there and I both want to run away unseen and want you to turn and see me, really see me. I don't want you to see that I miss you, but I want you to see that it was possible… Continue reading Lighter: The unanswered question
As a child of divorce, I’ve always felt that there are many things that I missed out on due to my parents’ separation, especially because it was across two countries. Mom moved us all to Chicago, while my Dad stayed in our house in Puerto Rico. On the list of things I missed, there was… Continue reading Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree
Forget Romeo and Juliet. I never really understood how people thought theirs was a good love story. Always seemed kind of depressing that someone would kill themselves for love. I think love should want to make you live. But I digress. Where love stories are concerned, the ones we seem to reference, and sometimes idealize,… Continue reading The greatest [real] love story ever told
I was a little kid in the late '70s, early '80s when Disco was king. My older sister, only the age of what we today would call a tween, was too grown for words and loved all the cool things of the time. She loved Disco, she loved to dance, and I was her partner.… Continue reading The best life lessons are learned by dancing