My daughter is mixed. I am an American born Latina of Mexican decent and my husband, who was born and raised in Hawaii, has a white mother and a black father. I tell you this because even now when we are supposed to be a multi-cultural society things still aren’t all that P.C. Let me share […]
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Ocean Beach (Sundays In My City)
We spent some time at Ocean Beach in San Francisco on a beautiful day with clear blue skies.
It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!!
I can’t get this out of my head. Enjoy.
Five Questions
In an effort to get to know more about her fellow bloggers, Laura at Under the Sheets-shhh has posed the following 5 questions: 1) What topic would you write your book about? I’m not sure that I’ll ever write a book, but if I did it would probably be a play about my mother. My […]
My Obit in 45 Words
Dedicated mother, sister, daughter, lover, and friend. An artist whose medium was her life. Amo. Perdio. Volvio a amar.* Worked to live, did not live to work. Was loud, obnoxious, funny, temperamental, and grateful. Made mistakes aplenty, but never gave up. Regrets nothing. Died laughing. *Loved. Lost. Loved again.
Queen for a Day
Today, as I was sitting on the toilet of all places, my husband looked at me and said, “You are a good wife and mother.” Huh. Come again? I felt like a queen on my throne. Today was a good day.
Catastrophizing: When You Imagine the Worst
Yesterday we went to breakfast with my mother-in-law and brother-in-law. We sat at a booth that happened to be next to a poster of the Chinese zodiac. To pass the time we looked up everyone’s signs and were amazed at their accuracy. My MIL was described as a chatterbox (true) who can be a loner, […]
Change
I’ve always resisted change. Of course, I’ve tried to frame it in a positive light, arguing that I was steadfast and determined as opposed to stubborn and set in my ways. The thing is you can’t fight change; it will happen whether you like it or not. For example: On October 5, 2007, after 7 […]
Saturday in My City by the Bay
‘Ohana/Familia/Family
My mother-in-law and brother-in-law are visiting from Hawaii. Whenever I tell people that my husband, who has a Hawaiian name, was born and raised in Hawaii, they say, “He’s Hawaiian.” He is not Hawaiian, which refers to the indigenous Polynesian people of the Hawaiian Islands, but he is from Hawaii. I tell you this not […]