Depression is not a sign of weakness… It means you have been strong for far too long. Yesterday, I found out that a comedian, Stevie Ryan, had taken her life. Which goes to show that darkness can hide behind even the most seemingly happy of people. And it hit a little close to home as…… Continue reading The Darkness that is Depression
First things first. HAPPY 4th of July fellow Americans! Or if you’re British… Seriously. I love 4th of July memes. Just adds flair to our festivities of BBQ-ing and drinking and fireworks! Speaking of fireworks, Emma and I survived her first firework show Sunday. Did I mention it? I seriously can not remember and I…… Continue reading 4th of July Ramblings
Originally posted on notquiteold:
I think of myself as a very nice person. But a few days ago, I got a challenge to my niceness. Something very nice happened to someone I dislike. And I found myself irritated. Bitter even. Certainly not nice. Of course nice things happen to people who don’t deserve it. And…
I absolutely loved this! And therefore of course had to share it. The story AND the pictures is amazing. And a brief summary would not do it justice. It’s ironic how something as simple as tea can bring even the most different of people together. http://wp.me/p4KhvY-jXs
I always hate this time of year. It’s hot. It’s humid. Mosquitos. And it just seems like time starts FLYING by. Before you know it, it’s #BasicWhiteGirl central with Pumpkin spice this and pumpkin spice that. And don’t even get me started on what follows at the strike of midnight on Halloween. Just kidding I…… Continue reading July Already??
I recently posted my own post about how often I am questioned if my child is mine. I believe I briefly touched on the subject of being called “white” myself, by both blacks and whites alike. It used to bother me, but as I’ve gotten older not so much. If I’m judged for speaking, dressing,…… Continue reading Acting White
This time three years ago, I sat in a fugly hospital gown and semi-cute gingerbread like grippy socks, struggling to stay somewhat awake until the nurse said it was finally okay to go to sleep for the night. The joys of having an induced delivery. No my daughter wasn’t overdue, though the way she had…… Continue reading On the eve of my daughter’s birthday…