handwritten on March 13, 2019
There has been great anticipation in my class this year regarding Saint Patrick's Day, the magic of Ireland and of course the luck of the leprechauns. And I must say, what a beautiful reminder it is to be surrounded by those who believe in magic. Today as I was walking around my room, looking at my classroom sink filled with green waffles left by the leprechaun twins and a postcard of Ireland also sent my them, I could not help but hear the lyrics of the song "Do You Believe in Magic?" dancing through every desk within my classroom.
If you believe in magic don't bother to choose
If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues
Just go and listen it'll start with a smile
It won't wipe off your...
handwritten on March 12, 2019
I envy those individuals who look put together and beautiful every day. The people who comb their hair or make sure their shoes are nice and shiny. I suppose I have never really given a whole lot of thought regarding fashion and outward appearance. And I have my own mother to thank for that I think because she was never one to constantly discuss clothes or how something fit or what her hair looked like. And so I always feel refreshed in knowing that my goal is to make sure I'm dressed-that's about it.
For those who are close to me, most are aware of my sock dilemma. I have this specific issue where I never wear matching socks. I wash my socks due to the nature of my odor-filled feet and...
handwritten on March 11, 2019
Today was one of those sneak up Monday (hair attack) days. I woke up, looked like a rooster and thought to myself "boy am I in major trouble." This happens to me quite frequently where I feel the need to make a drastic haircut and about three months in, I realize just how long those locks are going to take to grow back. And for those who have fast growing, metaphorically beautiful gardens, my gardens of life tend to take their time blossoming into just the right shape. Every garden of my life has always taken a little extra care, a little extra weed killer and a whole lot of patience. I am smiling while I am typing this because I know the individuals who read this around me may find a...
handwritten on March 10, 2019
I would say around a year and a half ago (even a bit more now), we received the very devastating news that my dad had been diagnosed with cancer. It was a dark time for all of us (especially my dad) and before his surgeries began, I remember going out to eat at The Grand Concourse. I can remember the food tasting okay. Even though there were so many options and countless desserts, the vibe was different. The colors of the food looked dull. I do not remember enjoying the smooth coffee or the homemade donut or even the salads. Back then, life had been messy. Sometimes it only takes the weakening of one color in the rainbow to make the whole rainbow grow dull. Quite lliterally, color had been...
handwritten on March 9, 2019
My husband came home from night shift around 7:00 AM yesterday, and we decided a spontaneous breakfast out before he fell asleep was just what we needed. It is funny how sometimes an unexpected event and also the anticipation of delicious food can really heighten your senses. As we were traveling along and crossing bridges to get to the North Side, both of us mentioned the beauty of the blue skies and the sun that seemed like it was shining down on every neighborhood in Pittsburgh.
As we were eating our breakfast and sipping our coffee, we were joined by countless walks of life who must have had the Blue Skies Breakfast plan in mind as well. Two police officers were chatting and eating...
