Life
Where Does The Time GO?
Dissipating time
Traces of itself dissolves
Leaving me behind
Note: I’m working full-time now, so my time is slim. I didn’t include an audio today for my Haiku. I will try my best to comment and read your blogs. ❤
Some days I feel like time just evaporates right before my eyes. So, I try and find gratitude with the time I do have for myself. Some days we don’t have a lot of “me” time. It’s not the quantity that truly matters, but the quality. Quality time is better than an exorbitant amount of wasted time. Read the rest of this entry »
What or Who is the GPS of Your Life?
I wonder what I would do without GPS in my Prius? How would I get groceries? Hell, how would I get home? I’m admitting to the blogging world that I have a terrible sense of direction. Yes, I have gotten lost in parking lots. Hey, some of them are very big, like one huge maze. Read the rest of this entry »
Communication: Why You Shouldn’t Defend Yourself
If you don’t want to get roped into an argument, then the easiest solution is to not defend yourself. I know it sounds crazy and counter to what we might initially feel, but it’s true. What happens when someone backs you into a corner and you don’t feel like arguing? Read the rest of this entry »
San Bernardino School Shooting: How Do You Explain Murder to a Child?
My daughter is brave, smart, and, I’ve been, told advanced. But could her little body manage a bullet fired by a gunman who bursts into her classroom with revenge on his mind, fueled by psychotic anger blinding him from all rationality? Parents in San Bernardino are asking themselves a similar question, as their city suffered yet another tragic shooting. This time at an elementary school, no less. Read the rest of this entry »
Life: Slow and Steady Wins The Race
There’s an avenue in Redondo Beach that dips twice with depressions in the asphalt deep enough that, unless you are driving a big truck or an SUV, you’re liable to experience a horrible sound. The awful scraping is that of your car’s front end getting mangled where the hill bottoms out. Read the rest of this entry »
Writing With Hope 