I refuse to pay money to be scared. You won’t catch me at a horror film or a haunted house. She, me, her is not the one.
Every month, there’s news of a celebrity death. Some hit harder than others. Those are the ones that bombard social media feeds and are the leading stories on entertainment shows like Access Hollywood and local evening news. Others garner brief mentions in the middle or end of the broadcast, if mentioned at all. Last month, sprawled on my couch, I received a text with a link. Kobe had died in a helicopter crash. I didn’t believe it. It was TMZ, […]
I was auditing files in my USB to clear up space when I saw one called “Year in Review.” The Date Modified was 11/19/2013. I can’t remember if it was a running tally or a year-end round-up of my activities and experiences of 2013. It’s probably not the former because it’s not in order. Some were solo outings and others were with company. The list looks incomplete to me, or maybe the years are blurring together. In either case, I’m […]
I have to laugh at the ignorance and naïveté of my youth. When you grow up a certain way, it’s hard to imagine things any other way, until you venture out into the great big world on your own. When I was growing up, the only nuts I knew about were peanuts. Shelled, unshelled, salted, unsalted, and of course, and in butter form. My mother used to fix me a big ol’ tablespoon of peanut butter for a midday snack, […]
I grew up on good old-fashioned whole milk. The thicker the better. I loved how it used to coat my tongue. In elementary school, I always opted for the carton of plain milk over chocolate. Not that I didn’t like chocolate milk. My parents used to buy Nestlé Quik, strawberry and chocolate flavored. And Ovaltine. It was annoying how the Ovaltine defiantly refused to dissolve into the milk. Small pockets of the powder just floated on the surface. Not so […]
This post is part of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge. I loved my mother’s fresh squeezed lemonade. She added canned evaporated milk, the one with the red and white label and flowers, and so much sugar and ice cubes that I could hear the sugar scraping at the bottom of the plastic pitcher and the ice clink as she stirred, or let me stir, with a giant wooden spoon. She never measured, but would check the taste by dropping […]
This post is part of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge. Ok, fine. I confess. I drank the Kool-Aid. Not literally. I haven’t had a sip of Kool-Aid in years. Ever since I started “adulting” years ago (years behind schedule), I make more of an effort to drink real juice. If I don’t see “100% Juice” under Nutrition Facts on the side label, I don’t buy it. The exception being Simply Lemonade—original or with raspberry. That stuff is delicious! My confession […]