Scenes and Afterthoughts

Dodging Raindrops All Day Afterthought: Shouldda gassed up yesterday.

Freaking Out About To Do List Afterthought

Dreaded Chore Afterthought

Post-Bowling Afterthought: 9lbs feels pretty heavy when it's dropped on a foot.

Post-Peeling & Eating Afterthought: Maybe those instructions shouldn't have been taken literally.

Junkyard Field Trip Afterthought: Beauty can be found everywhere.
You just have to look for it.

Before MegaMillions Drawing Afterthought: I'll give $20,000 to...

Silly Self-Portrait Afterthought: Speak No Evil = Happy Family (pic in the background)

Thrill of the Ride Afterthought: That's a pretty steep hill.

Cool Drink Planning Afterthought: "No, I won't be the considerate one this time."

Fish Market Lunch Afterthought: That crab is kinda scary

Pre-Work Afterthought: Parking in the structure's rooftop is inconvenient.
Glimpsing eternity from the structure's rooftop is priceless, timeless and blessed.

Pre-Dinner Afterthought: Shrimpin': Part-time job & a vacation rolled into one!

Twenty-five Years Post High School Afterthought: The cafeteria's so much smaller
than I remember.

Pre-seminar Afterthought: Is Fijiian really a word?
01-25-2012

Sunday Lunch Afterthought: Perhaps walking to the cash register to settle our check wouldn't be the worst thing after eating all we ate.
01-22-2012

Bidding Christmas Tree Goodbye Afterthought: Pine scent in a can doesn't
hold a candle to the real thing.
01-21-2012

School family fun night Afterthought: Gigantic inflatable firefighter dog
probably nightmare-inducing to 4K kids.
01-19-2012

Office Window Afterthought: Don't complain about desk job.

01-18-2012 - Coldest Day of 2012

What 6 Christmas Songs Got Wrong

After Thanksgiving, a birthday party last week, another birthday party this week and Christmas coming up next week, I am officially overwhelmed. It'd take more time than I have to explain what yet needs to be done and if you're like me, you're probably overwhelmed and don't have the time nor inclination to read it all anyway. But even with an overflowing plate, I still love the Christmas season -- from setting up the Christmas tree that we got two weeks ago and decorated only yesterday, to lighting bayberry scented candles, to every Rankin & Bass Christmas Special, and the music. Oh, the music. Songs have a way of putting you in the Christmas spirit, warming your heart and next thing you know, you're hugging a stranger in the elevator. Okay, um...maybe that's just me. But alas, all songs are not created equal; and the following Christmas songs inspire and awaken anything but peace on earth and goodwill to men. 1. Christmas Shoes : This song makes my

Racism & Prejudice: Brothas from a Different Mother

Next week I’m attending a seminar on defining racism. Should be interesting because: 1) I’ve been living in the skin I’m in for nearly 43 years and I’d like to hear about any advancements on the topic; and 2) back in college, some class I took defined racism as movement, advancement or otherwise being prevented and/or restricted based upon race . Embedded in the definition was that racism took two parties – someone in power (the racist) and someone whose rights were being violated. So according to that definition, racism is an action , not an attitude . One is a disabling trespass while the other is prejudice . I tend to agree. It’s my belief that Martin Luther King and the thousands of civil rights fighters stood up against racism . They stood up against actions that prevented people from the pursuit of happiness – whether that meant voting, drinking from a common bubbler, or not ending up as Strange Fruit on a Poplar tree when all they wanted to do was get from P

The Moments That Are Given

Mom! It’s graffiti! It’s art... on a shoe ! I have to try it on. Please...can I? It was my 12 year old’s first foray into heels. A big moment in our little lives. Working full-time when she was an infant had stolen other big-little moments from my camera’s eye -- the first time she rolled over, the first time she sat up unassisted...the first firsts. Newly, gladly and willfully unemployed for the first time in 15 years, I took a picture. The picture wasn’t as much of an attempt to catch up on lost firsts, but rather a net to capture a butterfly’s moment of the moment; because if history skips a generation and the math holds out, there are more years behind me than ahead. My mom died at 63. Her mom died at 47. I’m 46. I’ve checked all over my person for a stamped expiration date, from the flabby inside parts of my arms, to the backs of my knees and other parts of my anatomy that shall remain nameless here. There is no such date. Yet, there is a possibil

The Late Arrival

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