The Pretenders

When we’re little, our worlds are full of the magic of make-believe.  From the fairytales of far far away, to the Disney dream of Never Land to playing house with your best friend, we grow up in a world of imagination.  For many kids, pretending is a time of enchantment, of magic-in-the-making, but for me, … Continue reading

She almost had it all.

The click of her heels commanded power.  Her shiny blonde bob and pristine black suit commanded perfection.  As her long legs strode effortlessly into our eighth grade classroom, she commanded my attention.  And she had it. Exuding confidence with each stroke of the chalk, she consulted the blackboard with bravado.  And there it was, staring … Continue reading

A new chapter in the story of my life…

“People come, people go – they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, … Continue reading

Stand under my umbrella…

By the time I was old enough to appreciate the wisdom of my grandparents, they were already gone.  The struggles of their lives were the only real memories I latched onto, their strength the only tangible lasting impression I could touch.  Now, at 23, I would give anything for a fleeting moment in time to … Continue reading

Family of Friends…

“The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t. But, in the end, they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.”  (Sex and the City)         … Continue reading

Babies, Break-ups and a Little Spare Change

I didn’t know how to react.  The news crushed me like a steamroller, leaving me breathless and exhausted.  A mix of emotions swirled around my head and I wasn’t quite sure which to embrace.  Was I happy or maybe angry?  Excited, or envious?  As ego-bending Nostalgia came to sweep me away in memories of the … Continue reading