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A day in the life of a MOM. Because there can be only one of ME. Friday, February 6, 2015. One such morning, we walk hand in hand. Half a year has passed and an alteration takes place. She races through the doors without a reverse scan. With a sharp pain I realized she was ready to leave me behind. Thursday, January 8, 2015. De-clutter, Simplify and Play More Scrabble. I knew what I needed to do this year. Anything as life changing as a book club, but came close. Ok, not all women are .
Pasta and Paratha is a simple manifestation of my own struggle to bring flavor and pleasure to the mundane task of eating. So, along the pages you will find menu ideas, party food, cooking tips, everyday fare and an occasional gossip! More than anything this blog is about love and enjoyment of food and its preparation. You are most welcome to share your recipes, tips and secrets.
Inner thoughts of a crazy man. To Live is Christ to Die is Gain. It is so difficult to get a handle on all my thoughts right now! Many things are going through my head right now while I am listening to my wife and child breathing over the small speaker next to me. How did I get here? We are committed to each other for life! Even in the midst of all of m.
Thursday, November 21, 2013. Ive lost my best friend. Sadie was probably born in December 2001, a Shepherd-Lab mutt. She was found beside the road in August 2002 by a family who took her to the Annapolis SPCA, where they evaluated her to be 8 months old. In October 2002, my wife and I separated after 13 years. She took the kids and moved to UT, leaving me with an empty house and an empty heart. Sadie laughed at them for over two years. When the end came, it was quick.
Friday, May 7, 2010. I find a good portion of my freelance positions on Craigslist. Usually, individuals in need of affordable writing projects will advertise here. Sometimes companies will do the same, although this is less common. Craigslist is also a breeding ground for people looking to exploit freelance writers with ridiculously low paying jobs. Because these jobs are so hard to come by, there is fierce competition even for the worst of these jobs.
Words kept in my mouth, escape from my fingers. leapt onto the page with hope, that someday, my lips can say everything else. So I could fuck you in all senses of the word, I use my middle finger. When I think of lovers lost, lovers left,. I look to my hands and count on just one the names of my girls. I retrace my steps and begin to fold them back down. Slowly, and with less ease than I had hoped for.