The Lesson In A Lost Key
On Thursday I lost my keys and with them I almost lost my sanity. I lose misplace things often and am constantly reminded that if I only put things back where they belong I won’t lose them. Easy to Read More …
On Thursday I lost my keys and with them I almost lost my sanity. I lose misplace things often and am constantly reminded that if I only put things back where they belong I won’t lose them. Easy to Read More …
We had a moment. The four of us were in the car, and Joe put on “Apeman” by the Kinks: a catchy tune with silly lyrics masking serious thoughts. The song is about being too scared to Read More …
When I was young I thought I could change the world. One of the things I have enjoyed doing the most was opening a non profit corporation with my friends while I lived in Chile, www.CDIChile.org. Read More …
Fearless is not so fearless anymore and I blame New York for that. Not the entire state, but one particular doctor in some Urgent Care Center near Pound Ridge. Let me explain. I am not Read More …
I’ve called myself a helicopter parent and an attached parent in the past. I used to be the mom who knew everything going on in their kids life and was on top of their game. Read More …
There is a baby in this house: her name is Sarah and she is five months old. She still doesn’t sit, crawl or talk. She just smiles, laughs and kicks her legs as if they Read More …
There is melancholy when a project is over, and I think that is where I am now. During my week of craziness, where I attended Hispanicize, received the 3M Positive Impact Award and then competed with Kerryon the South Read More …
My eight year old son Dreamer asked me: “Mami, is Santa real?” PLOP. If I was the Director of a movie, this would be when the music suddenly stops, we hear a screeching sound, and Read More …
I have been MIA. Well, actually I’ve been in NJ, VT, and NY. We have been traveling for the holidays to see my hubby’s family and I’ve let my blog completely slide. We flew to Read More …
It’s Wednesday and I am still waddling like a duck; this must mean it was Miami Marathon weekend. I know this because for the past two years my husband Joe ran the marathon and he Read More …