I’ve been thinking about silence a lot lately, especially since the flu has grounded me and my husband has been spending more time at home-listening to LA’s 93.5 KDay classic hip-hop.
I’ve been thinking about silence a lot lately, especially since the flu has grounded me and my husband has been spending more time at home-listening to LA’s 93.5 KDay classic hip-hop.
A friend of mine, who has been battling cancer for too long, passed away yesterday. This is one of her blog entries from last year, after she spent a day taking care of my little one. Rest peacefully, dear Kim.
For what ever reason this last couple of weeks has been extremely busy for me (as you can tell from the absence of blog entries). I constantly feel rushed and under pressure. Continue reading
“Wow, mom, this is the first year she’s really able to participate,” said my teen as she watched her little sister gingerly hang a glass angel on the tree. “Last year she was sort of interested in it, the year before she just lay under the tree looking at the lights, and the year before she basically ignored it,” she observed as she typed in ‘Justin Bieber Christmas’ on Youtube, as I’d requested Christmas music for our tree decorating event. Continue reading
“But I don’t want to change,” lamented my three- year old yesterday, as we talked about her upcoming birthday.
I explained that though she is growing taller and stronger, it doesn’t mean she is going to change into a different person. I don’t know how much of my explanation she understood; the interesting thing is the fact that at only three- years old she is expressing her fear of change. Continue reading
Can you imagine my horror when my five- year old neighbour leaned against my doorway singing the popular LMFAO riff, “I’m Sexy and I know it?”
I didn’t want to draw any attention to her words or her actions, as she held one hand on her hip, and sang the words in a way that clearly demonstrated she had some innate idea of the power of her words, though literally she didn’t understand them. Continue reading