NY Mom, Creative & Member of the Human Race

  • Bloganuary 4: What is the Greatest Gift Anyone Could Give You

    I’d like to start by apologizing for yesterday’s rambling, incoherent post. I’d slept really poorly the night before, and got overwhelmed with family news so my brain was quite scattered. But hey – happens to everyone, right? We’re only human. Thanks for coming back & giving me another shot. Every year for as long as Read more

  • Bloganuary 3: What College Did You Attend

    This, is a super disappointing prompt, a conversation killer. When a question’s answer is one-worded, you’re given an answer and then there is nowhere else to go. I thought about different ways to keep this going, flow it into a more detailed post about college, but it feels kind of empty. I really enjoyed parts Read more

  • Bloganuary day 2:Do you play in your daily life?

    This is a good question, but I think it depends upon what we consider “play.” Play is defined as an activity engaged in for enjoyment and recreation rather than for practical purposes. By that definition, I could consider a daily walk play, although that may be a bit of a fudged definition, because it is Read more

  • Writing Prompt

    WordPress has a neat feature where you can follow hashtags, such as #writingprompt. Apparently, there is a challenge called #bloganuary, where writers attempt to write everyday this month. I had made that “resolution” myself anyway, since I’m home recovering from a surgery and some surprise news thereof, so may as well make it part of Read more

  • My Total Thyroidectomy

    Who remembers when the movie Fight Club came out? It was 1999, the year the artist formerly known as Prince had been singing about for 17 years, the year people were vaguely freaking out about a possible mass computer crash, and the year I graduated high school. I met my future husband in the Fall Read more

  • Blood Fae: Prologue

    “Sam – wait up!” The boys were running through the forest, playing a game of hide and seek. They grew up close to those woods, and knew them like the back of their hands. There was nothing to be afraid of, no dark, hidden spaces they hadn’t discovered during a long Summer afternoon, the sun Read more