When I first met my husband at an upscale bar and grill over eight years ago, I waited until he was overcome with love and lust before I broke the bad news: “I’m Polish.” “Huh?”After days of eyelash batting (him) and heavy breathing (him again), I decided to broach the subject once more, this time…

My ego needs stroking. I know I am building a wonderful readership here on my blog. It has been an amazing journey so far, one that I am excited to continue. It has helped me chronicle my everyday joys and woes, and has helped build discipline in an art I have always loved but buried…

And I’m a good listener. So here you go. I want a life less ordinary.I want expensive shoesAndI want to fitinAny pair I choose I want exotic stamps in my passportAnd an address book so full it won’t closeI want breakfast at noonAnd I want to memorize a really good joke book I want to…

SoumI used to write poetry.And tonight I came across some.And i want to post it.sort of.because i think it will help me grow as a writer.since sharing my writing is super hard for me sometimes.because it is my passion. my art. my comfort zone. but only in private. so *deep breath*here goes. If you hate…

9:00 pm. “fssssssst” “fssssst” “fsssst” Husband spraying upper body with Solarcaine, after broiling his skin during a day of fishing. 9:15 pm.: In a whisper more akin to a horse than a human…”Mama….? Mama…….MAMA! I’m hungry!”9:20 p.m: “mnia mnia mnia” Superman smacking his mouth while chewing his banana. 11:00 p.m: “fsssssst.” “fssssssst” “fssssst.” Mean thoughts…

Dearest Me: I am writing to you today, in the hopes that I can spare you some of the unnecessary grief and anguish you are about to endure during your tumultuous years as a teen and young adult. I can only wish that this type of hindsight were possible, a gift from the older version…