Tag Archives: #family

What’s The Problem

Every single problem in the world can be boiled down into one of two things: someone wants to take something, or someone wants to control something. Listen, I am guilty. I don’t have the desire to take anything from anyone, but I’m all about the control. For example, I believe that everyone would be happier if they would simply treat everyday like a musical. You can’t be miserable when adding a little song or spontaneous dance routine into your daily interactions. Naturally, not everyone agrees with me, and trying to force random song and dance on others isn’t well met. I also strongly believe you shouldn’t act like an ass to others, but who defines what an ass is? Who draws the line on what is acceptable and what isn’t, and what do you do with the offending ass? You see? problems…

What Tints Your Lenses?

I was pretty young when I realized that my way of relating to the world was a little different. I stood out, and not in a good way. Let me assure you; despite what everyone says, very few people are truly tolerant of difference. I simply didn’t understand why no one could relate to me. EVER. So, I retreated into books. Long story short, it was a librarian that gave me the epiphany I needed. Eight-year-old me handed her a note from my mom giving me permission to check out anything I wanted, not just kiddie stuff. When she asked me what I planned on looking for, I shrugged and said, “I don’t know, something to help wake up my magic, or maybe a romance?” She laughed (like I was joking) and said that she liked my world lens.

Why We Need a New John Hughes

Pretty In Pink, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller… these movies are iconic. But they are so much more to an 80s kid. The characters in these movies were our influencers. It was acceptable to be the underdog. It was OK to be nerdy, weird, or come from a working class family. I was the epitome of social awkwardness, so as a kid these movies gave me a little hope. My brother as well, but more in a Weird Science kind of way. He kept feeding magazine clippings to our VCR, and there might have been an unmentionable lunch box full of Barbie parts stashed under his bed.

Is This Real Life?

Have you ever heard of The Truman Show? It was a movie from 1998 about a man who was the star of a live TV show, but he had absolutely no clue that his life was scripted and everyone around him was an actor. I mention this movie because I am starting to legitimately wonder, am I Truwoman? Seriously, think about this. First, it was a virus that shut down the whole world, then UFOs, then murder hornets, then a monkey on a motorcycle trying to kidnap a baby, and NOW we have mutating world virus!? This can’t be real life. Are my ratings bad? Did my writers quit and two random guys from a dispensary in LA take over? I think about this everyday. I have so many questions….

Scraped Knees and Near Death Experiences

Anyone who grew up during the 70s-80s had a full-on childhood. There were no adults helicoptering our every move. We were hardcore survivalists. I imagine our guardian angels to be all hard and jaded. The poor newbie guardian angel does not get praised after guiding a 10 year- old down a softened plastic slide, and straight back to his mother who is waiting a few feet away. The newbie angel is met with:

Love For All Things Food

I love food. To be clear, I don’t like to cook; I just love to eat. The problem is that food and I have a tumultuous relationship. I’m simply not attracted to “good” food.I love cheesy Italian food, or spicy Latino. I love “bad” food. The kind your doctor warns you about. When I was younger, I could food it up all night and all day. Unfortunately, I’m not so young anymore. I can’t keep up.