Well to be honest, they werent marbles. They were two flat mancala stones. But try explaning that to the receptionist in the emergency room. And that was how my Sunday started. My oldest son woke me up to tell me how his younger brother swallowed the marbles. I half opened my eyes and thought to … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Trust you? Once yes, twice never.
Trust is a funny thing. I generally trust people. I give most people the benefit of the doubt. But when that trust is broken, when that trust is lost, to me it is gone forever. I may still talk to you, joke around with you, and even forgive you. But I will never trust you … Continue reading
A seashell, far from home
When the ocean met the bay in Keansburg, NJ during Superstorm Sandy, it brought many things. Including a seashell to the kiddie rides Continue reading
The Street Signs survived
Damn Sandy, you mean mean bitch…
One summer when I was little my mom and I went to the beach at the Jersey Shore every day during the summer. We went to a place called Seven Presidents Park in Long Branch, NJ. She was from Miami and she shared her love of the ocean with me. It was there that I got … Continue reading
My own heart-attack heaven
I love fast food. McDonalds, Burger King, Sonic. But Wendys is a family favorite. Oh Wendys we love you. I grew up in an orthodox Jewish home where we only ate Kosher so I never got to taste the greasy fatty goodness of a drive thru burger until I was an adult. The first time … Continue reading
Hurry up and wait
I am not patient. I have a condition called “ants in my pants”. I have passed this condition on to my kids. So today was a real struggle for me. I had to go to hell, um I mean the local Social Security office. With three kids ages 5, 4, 14 months. In my imagination. … Continue reading
The left side of what?
I am a lefty. To the dismay of my grandmother, I write with my left hand. I have been told that as a young child she would put the crayons in my right hand and slap my left hand. It didn’t work. Not even a little bit. I like being a lefty. My brother is … Continue reading
Cry Me a River
No. A simple two letter word. One syllable but no further explanation is needed. No is usually self explanatory.Unless you have kids. Or work with adults that act like kids. This was one of the first words my daughter said. This is what both my sons say to me when they are mad, and then look … Continue reading
All the pretty things
All the pretty things. Continue reading
The left side 