Sometimes, my sister Jill Michele Melean would give my dolls Ziggy Stardust haircuts just to change what was happening in the room, especially if it was unpleasant.Continue reading Born to Laugh
A businessman who bought up a town near Chicago, Illinois, Robert Stanford built a fortune for himself and some would say it all started with a small bakery. But, if you knew him, you also knew that it really started with his mind; the way he looked at life. The Harvard Business Review recently publishedContinue reading Threading Happiness
Some may say that I’m morbid, even disrespectful. I say, it’s a matter of perspective, and love, a lot of love. Today, my love died. Today, her eyes washed to oceans of blue and glimmers of white. Today, she surrounded me. Today, she showed me life floats on. And, today, I started watching the secondContinue reading Happy Days Live On
Our secret desires often stay hidden away until death or until we just can’t take it anymore and go crazy, delivering spurts of truths until death–the luxury of finding solace in an insane asylum wavering somewhere between picking up the kids and drinking the next Starbucks coffee. So much of our lives are full ofContinue reading Hiding You
When the days bleed together and feel like a blood clot pulsing in your leg, you know you need to take a moment to do something, anything to relax. Nowadays, people often turn to YouTube, Netflix, or television in general. I turn to Conan, Team Coco, anything Conan O’brien. I recommend his show for adultsContinue reading Who are our heroes?
Plunging into LA has been a summer indulgence that I’ve learned how not to live without. I crave the perfect weather, and when I mean perfect weather, I mean perfect weather. The consistently bright sky free of dark clouds, which translates to little if any rain, which translates to no mosquitos, no racing inside andContinue reading Who are You? New York or LA?
I watch in awe of their resolve, saddened by their wounds, hoping for their healing, and waiting for the next burst of magic, bound to love them through it all.
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Let’s be realistic. There were the crazy creeps who crawled out of the woodwork and thought it was the Walking Dead come to life, so they hoarded all the gas to power their pickup trucks and generators. But, for every single creep, there were multiple kind-hearted humanitarians who came to the rescue for the elderly and all of us who were so anxious and tired.Continue reading Praying to the Electricity God: Irma leaves us on our knees.
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/priceless/”>Priceless</a> Look closely. And you might find something priceless.
After stormy weather in Miami, the petals of its flowers for us to walk through. See the textures.