My little grand daughter, Delilah, and her parents are staying with us for a short while. It’s strangely pleasant. Keith and I worried it might be awkward, given the tight quarters (two bedrooms, 950 square feet), but it’s been rather enjoyable. It’s temporary, we know this, but there’s ultimately one reason why it isn’t a… Continue reading Poopy Diapers and Endless Hugs
I have a fairly good work ethic. Stop laughing, I really do. I believe any job worth doing should be done well. Let me explain. I’m almost 40. I’ve held a variety of jobs in the many years since I became a Contributing Member of Society – a deli worker, bartender, barista, interpreter, aide, and… Continue reading Work Hard, or Hardly Work?
There’s something to be said about a delicious cup of coffee. I’m very much a coffee lover. I’m by no means a connoisseur, but coffee holds a special place in my heart. I do, after all, work at Starbucks. But that’s not all. One of my greatest childhood memories is tied to coffee. Growing up,… Continue reading Coffee and Childhood Memories
It’s just after 8 p.m. I’m on my lunch break at work (yes, at 8 in the evening…long story). As I eat my spinach wrap and contemplate the intricacies of the universe, I start to think about writing and blogging. First of all, I haven’t blogged in ages. Almost a year. I haven’t written anything… Continue reading Writing on the Go…