I have something to admit. I’ve not been especially holiday happy for the past few years. I find myself dreading the holiday season and I didn’t used to be that way. I once welcomed holidays, decorated, watched holiday movies—all that stuff that families do during the holiday season. I’m not going to go into a … Continue reading
I remember the first time I became of aware of me. A sense of myself; separate and aware of my existence, within a group of others or a part of something else. I was in first grade. My teacher was Miss Hilda. She had red hair, fair skin. Her teeth were crooked. Two prominent front … Continue reading
I thought giving thanks, since many of us are celebrating that holiday this week, would be a great MM&M 50th post. I’m thankful for that—that I was able to come up with some idea (some better than others) on Mondays, regularly at times, sporadic at others. Fifty of them! Thanks to you for reading them. … Continue reading
The older I get the more I realize what living a life means. It means really fantastically wonderful, make you want to scream at the sheer joy of living times and seriously suck-ass bad, make you want to scream and curl up in the fetal position times. It means going through the motions when you … Continue reading
I normally write these weekly posts focused around a real word, not a sound. So many slang words have made their way into our culture, dialect and even Webster’s, but not ah-h-h. I did Google it (seriously is there anything you can’t Google) and I found a few definitions. The Dictionary of interjections, defines it … Continue reading