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I've been blessed to ring in 38 new years. 38! As a child, in our MC Hammer pants and crimped hair, I remember dancing the evening away to Janet Jackson and Color Me Bad with my sister and childhood best friends, Andy and Misty Lei. We'd watch the ball drop on television, and at midnight,... Continue Reading →
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt: The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 39,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 14 sold-out performances for that many... Continue Reading →
Lately I've given a lot of thought to the term "measure." It begins before birth. In utero, doctors declare the estimated weight of baby, comparing its size to various fruits and veggies in the produce department. This week baby is the size of a pear, next month a squash. As soon as baby takes his... Continue Reading →
My Izzi isn't like most five-year-olds. She is pensive and cautious, generally insistent on following the rules. She prefers order and structure and struggles to fall asleep if her bedroom isn't tidy. At least weekly, she begs me to let her "organize" something --bathroom drawers, the spice cabinet in the kitchen, her sister's bookbag. Breaking... Continue Reading →
If I had to describe my childhood Christmases in one word, it would easily be excessive. Not because our family was rich by any means, but because my mother went overboard every single year, largely, I think, because she couldn't afford to buy us much throughout the rest of the year. She was overcompensating. Growing... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 