She was my 10.5-year-old furry best girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased less, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips. Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her perfectly fluffy and pristine tail everyday. More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits. Continue reading “We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.”
Today, on my mother’s birthday, I wish to share how influential she has been to me as a storyteller. Ever since I was a little girl, I tuned into her talent for spinning a tale, sharing an anecdote, and captivating her listeners with heartfelt and humorous narratives. Her stories stick with you like a favorite song you need to hear over and over again. Continue reading “Dedicated to my Mother, an Amazing Inspiration for Storytelling”
On October 4th, 2016, I set a goal to lose 16 pounds. After turning 40, I gained an average of 4 pounds per year, for the past 4 years. If I were to live another 44 years, at that rate, I would gain 176 more pounds. I realize that I am throwing a lot of numbers out there, and I prefer words to numbers, but ignoring the math got me into this pudgy-podgy mess. Continue reading “Weight Loss Goal: I plan to lose four sticks of butter, a chihuahua, and a bowling ball.”
In observation of the Julian calendar, the Old Calendar, today I wish you ALL a Happy New Year. As a result of being an Orthodox Christian who is half Serbian and half Croatian and marrying a man who is a beautiful mixture of Italian, Hungarian, English, and Irish, my two daughters, husband, and I get to have two Christmases and two New Years. It’s pretty slick to get this holiday redo option. Continue reading “Happy New Year – Srećna Nova Godina!”
I have totally been misusing after-work hours today (and most others) neglecting my art, adult coloring books. Ha! I wish that was really the problem because I can’t get enough of those, and I have new gel pens and a bad words book. It’s really funny to see flowing cursive curses surrounded by paisley patterns and glittery colors.
Nuts and Bolts! Can you imagine this guy with a swearing thought bubble! It makes me laugh. I’m so immature sometimes.
But my true neglected art is writing. I promise to post a new blog! I think I can. I know I can. Squirrel!
Oh, how I procrastinate to create! I interrupt my free time with online shopping, puzzle building, exercise, coloring, games of Skip Bo, social networking, and so on. All of this keeps me away from my stories though.
Why do I often hide from the keyboard? I am not a squirrel but am a mole, tunneling underground with only a few finished projects and a messy yard. I don’t play Whac-A-Mole and instead breed more reasons to keep from my writing.
Why do this? I truly love words and making them sing on the page. I love writing and have so much to say. I’m not secretive. I’m not lazy. But I think, therefore I am the intrusion to my own creative muse. Thoughts come and go, and so do opportunities to write with a genuine commitment. I let them soar away like a flying squirrel.
Squirrel! I just want to go nutty on this little gavel pounding varmint. Who is this fuzzy judge in the picture urging me to compose something new, refreshing, and interesting? The pressure is on to create, yet I just want to go Bill Murray-Caddy Shack-Crazy and crush him. I will steal his food. I will plug up his hole in the tree and…
And actually I will hug him. Yes, yes I will. I will call him George and I will love him and pet him and squeeze him. I will pet his feather duster tail and hand feed him buttery Ritz Crackers. I will shake his little paw in thanks for getting me off the hide-and-seek writing hook. I do not want the squirrel of judgment looking down on me.
I really must balance on my alphabet beam or I’m going to lose some letters. Oh dear! What would happen if I even lost one of the twenty-six alphabet characters. I once went a whole day without the letter “L” on my keyboard where I teach. It was very hard to be Mrs. _ucas. What the “L”? I needed that middle of the alphabet player, so I’m not willing to lose a single one, not even Q (I get it. He needs U to make sense, but they’re quite a beautiful couple if you query me.)
Seriously, no more distractions.
Squirrel! I have stories to tell, and this year I’m getting it done!!!