Us, them … and me
Us. And them. But what if the “them” are us — and we are the “them”?
Category: Personal
Like as the waves make towards my own pebbl’d shore
The sea, oh the sea, it’s gotten a hold on me, and Bella, terrier queen of the saltwater shores
Parenting is no walk in the languid park
Why does each generation contrive to make these fleeting moments of gilded youth so perplexing?
I would have liked to have known you
‘If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best” — Marilyn Monroe.
I’m your piano. Play me
People play each other like pianos … some tinkle your lighter keys, others clang your darker chords
Train, train, I’m all insane
On a train to somewhere and needing sweet-smelling loving arms to lift me
What’s wrong with this picture?
Maybe we could use the Video Assistant Referee (VAR) to sort out real-life situations …
The World Cup is in motion — and so is my heart
World Cup fever has struck and my boy is happy to catch it. Just like I was — and still am
