Mixing

A cup of chaos, a sprinkle of insanity, two teaspoons of sarcasm, a pinch of testosterone, a pinch of males, stir for two minutes and you may make one mother lose it. Pour batter into a large pot of madness and beat with love, you get a family that is stronger than ever.

Although the results may vary according to liking, this mother would not change a pinch.

Bake for life for best results--love.

a dash

 

The monster that lies hidden between the days and nights is reluctant with the early years of our lives. However, such monster creates a rapid subtleness that carefully and swiftly meshes our days and nights; weeks and weekends, months and years—we’re quickly aging beyond recognition as time is passing us and stealing our juvenescence.
I demand a recount for my monster will find a battle such that Humbaba could not resist, and too failed.
Why? Must I rejoice in the aging process… however, happy birthday to my son, Manny as tomorrow you are 15.

 

Not quite a beginning

No promises of reading, responding, nor an overview of any kind.  Merely, a place to escape reality unscathed. Hang my coat, cuddle up to a good read and a cup of cocoa, if you will.

No connection to a past, present or future.  Only a now--so to say. I am if you will here, finally and here and again to remain as long as I choose or as little as I refuse to be.  With the proper introduction and salutation, here I go.