Here we are – with Donald Trump in the White House. The tiny, white house that has been symbol of the United States of America for years; congruent with words of Freedom and Liberty. Two words that have been at the heart of the American Dream through generations of immigrants that have come through and settled into our historical melting pot. But – enough … Read More Why Donald Trump is the worst genius to be President
That’s right I counted over 180 individual tomatoes grown in my California backyard. Four different types at the beginning, three survivors, and by now, a clear winner. My Valley GirlsSubtlety sweet but packed with meat I eat them off the vinesteam bubbles from the torn stems – but really though, there are so many Truly though – the Valley Girl was not my favorite. … Read More On ‘Maters
On Becoming Up first – no one has paid me to write this review and I am in no way doing this for any connection to the Obama’s. I truly just love to read and in case you couldn’t guess – I truly just love this book. Let’s start with that name. Obama. It carries weight of a [insert politically correct -ism] lens whether … Read More A Review: Becoming by Michelle Obama
I’ve got a lot of hair and luckily, I’ve always had a lot of hair. It’s been long, short, curly (for like a day…), and pink. Through good hair styles and bad ones (trust me, they were bad) I’ve fine tuned my hair routine over the last 20 years. And yes – you’ve guessed it. I’m going to share those secrets in a completely … Read More Secrets to My Infamous Mane
Alright – I love working out and being physically fit. This is a well known fact among my friends and if you’ve had the wonderful pleasure to be my friend, I’ve more than likely dragged you to the gym with me at some point. Or at least – made you listen to my obsession with Crossfit or High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT). In the … Read More Death to Treadmills
You know – as the granddaughter of immigrants, I have always been proud of my heritage but as immigrants, my family had not lost sight that we are American. My brother and I grew up here and learned that we were Americans first before we were immigrants or Italians, or Germans (I even have some French-Canadian in me). We spoke to our grandparents and … Read More What My Immigrant Family Taught Me
Recently, my partner and I ventured on a roadtrip up from Georgia (US) to Boston with various stops along the way. I enjoy roadtrips more than anyone I know, having made that trip more than twice in the past few years as well as some lonesome trips out west. Perhaps what I enjoy most of all is knowing how all the roads connect together … Read More A Review: Barkskins by Annie Proulx
There has been a growing knot within my stomach as of late. I walk into work from the parking deck, across the little Buckhead village of high rises and always look ahead of me into the mirrors that line my work building. These mirrors are tall and always clean, so I can see what or who is behind me on my soul death march. … Read More Post-Truth; Word of the Year, 2016
I’m sorry but I thought this was America; where women and men are equal and free, where there is a defined separation between church and state. Clearly, the bricks are being laid to contradict what America has stood for. Clearly, this is more concerning than just a four year election cycle.
I guess maybe in some ways it is a seed of avoidance, planted by someone else, budding within me and spilling a small amount of black vile into my mind. Inequality amongst friends – also sounds like an oxymoron – can happen, much more often than I know. There are wage disparities, family differences in wealth and comfort, education levels, and probably many different … Read More This Sticky Place
‘Don’t cry.. Don’t cry.. Just, keep it together…’
These words, I share with a close friend of mine. We have each sat across from our respective bosses and thought, ‘Don’t Cry’. Of course, in a professional setting, those words should be easily contained and dealt with because people – women in particular- shouldn’t cry in the workplace where emotion is tightly controlled and regulated.