I will never get the “Ch’i” symbol tattooed on my body (mostly because I know any self-respecting tattoo artist with knowledge of these symbols will switch my “life force” symbol with something that roughly translates to “I want to talk to a manager” and I’ll have no clue).
Everybody has a Story
Whenever I hear someone sneer about “spoiled Hollywood types patting themselves on the back – why don’t we celebrate real heroes?” my heart breaks a little bit. Because yes, of course, everyday people should be celebrated but that is what the movies do. They tell our stories. Everybody has a story. They are all worth telling and worth witnessing. I love being that witness.
Backstreet Boys – Part I: The Backstory
The Backstreet Boys, though (insert sigh, swoon and chef’s kiss) – perfection. I fell instantly and inexorably in love with these adorable young crooners. Now, keep in mind, this was before true cell phones, easily accessible internet or wi-fi, so I couldn’t just punch them up in a Google search. I fell in love with them, sight unseen, story unknown, in this little rundown beach resort on a tiny tropical island, celebrating the romantic beginning of a wonderful life with my husband – and both loves endure to this day.
Suburban Jungle
I knew I was in trouble when we decided to let our toddler come house hunting with us. We were toying with the Great Urban Dweller Sacrifice also known as “moving to the ‘burbs” because a second baby’s arrival was imminent. Our son took one look at the slushy mid-February backyard of the very first house we toured, complete with tree house and jungle gym, and bumbled gleefully out the back door. He found a stick, held it triumphantly aloft and began exploring, reporting back with excited chatter.
Grateful
I love all things fall, especially Halloween. This year, It was all really fun, but really exhausting so I paused in early November, right before taking down 3 weeks’ effort worth of decorations, for one bittersweet moment; sad that it’s over, glad that it happened and wishing I’d gotten more photographic proof of it all. But now, I am grumpy.
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