I shared a joke with a homeless man yesterday. My window was open (can you believe this weather?) as I pulled up next to the bus stop by the sketchy McDonald’s. There are always homeless people at this intersection, so it’s easy to just pass them by because if I gave them money every day…
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Five Things that are Pretty Okay
1. Pizza pants- flannel loungewear covered in slices of pepperoni pizza. Winning. 2. Solomon Burke’s -“Cry to Me”. Look it up and do a little dance in your kitchen. 3. This clip of John Travolta acting like an alien robot. 4. Yucca fries from Chicken Fiesta. Richmonders. Get in on this action. The honey mustardy…
Falwell, You’ve Got Some ‘Splainin To Do
I cried after watching this video. Can you imagine being one of the fifteen to twenty Muslim students that attend Liberty University after that speech was given? What if you were in the auditorium when he said it and you felt the eyes of the people close by glance over at you, either with hatred…
For the Love of Christmas
This holiday season I find myself looking back over 2015. I had so many great plans to get in shape, get out of debt, and get working on my book. Sometimes progress is so slow it seems like you’re moving backwards. I did lose ten pounds but then someone decided to take me on vacation…
Jack-Hole, Party of One
A handsome man gave me his phone number last night. Actually, he wrote it on my arm and added a smiley face underneath. I feel sorry for his wife. Seriously. I find myself losing hope in ever finding a good, honest, faithful man because of people like this. I tried not to make a big…
Lost Cats, Car-Jackers, and Angels from Michigan
Two weeks ago my little cat was curled up next to me in bed. I was depressed because AshCap had moved to Tanzania. I looked down at Sebastian and said, “Well, at least I still have you.” Famous last words. That mofo disappeared a week later and I haven’t seen him since last Tuesday. So,…
Icing On The Cake
I could make some man very happy one day. I love God. I clean. I bake bagels from scratch. I’m passionate and affectionate and I can find the humor in almost anything. I am strong and supportive and protective of my people. I love bourbon and a good cigar. So, yeah. I could be an…
Meet Franbo
Growing up I had a nickname for my mother. It was Franbo. Franbo came from a long line of Jewish Kickboxers, and she loved to clean house. Literally. My mom would tie a handkerchief over her hair, and if you didn’t hop-to washing walls, you’d be in for it. This is a picture I drew…
21 Jump-Start
So, I’m writing a book. Slowly. The whole inspiration/perspiration saying is proving true. The ideas are plenty, but getting them organized and translating them into something useful is frustrating. Yesterday I got to work a little bit early. I sat in my car with my journal and wrote the following Mission Statement in an attempt…
Forgiveness
Sometimes the stars align just right and you find yourself face to face with That Person. The one you’ve told off several thousand times in your head. The one whose name makes your blood pressure rise. The one who hurt you and seems to be sailing through life with no remorse and no consequences. There…
Living Well 