I have learned a lot from my husband … said no wife ever.
My husband and I have been married for 25 years and still the hierarchy has to be explained to him. He has many attributes, but I would have to say two of his best are his vision and his consistency.
As a matter of fact, he has better than 20/20 vision. He has the exceptional ability to see everything that “didn’t get done today.” Actually he has the ability to see everything I didn’t get done today.
Pets: One dog (Pepper) and one cat (Smoky)
Hobbies: Kayaking and Crusing in her classic car
The fire-engine red 1967 Chevrolet Chevelle Supersport looked like it just rolled out of a showroom minutes before. Its reflective chrome bumper showed no signs of rust and the hardtop maintained its deep black finish, almost as if it never saw the elements. And it runs just as beautifully as it looks.
Are you living life? Are you living to work? Or are you thriving every day?
Interesting questions. A couple of weeks ago, I was honored to speak to a group of cancer survivors. The group was a mixture of men and women, young and old, wealthy and poor. Cancer is not prejudice it strikes anywhere.
With the school year coming to an end, it’s time to plan trips for memory making. After all, if you have children and you want to occupy/entertain this summer, what better way to spend your time than a trip that will be a memory each child will look back on in the future with fondness.
We are very fortunate in this area because we have tons of things to do that will make memories and perfect staycations.
In a fit of desperation and exhaustion that only comes with attempting to force my stubborn daughter to do something she didn’t want to do, I bought a parenting book.
Now, I’m not normally one for self-help-type things. In the past, I looked down on that sort of thing, preferring to believe I could fix anything that was wrong with determination and my own brand of stubbornness.
And then I became a parent. And lo, it was hard. And then I became a parent again and lo, it was even harder.
I love to go to the beach. There’s something about the ocean that draws me: the sun, the cotton candy clouds draped across the blue sky, the white-capped waves that lap against expanses of sugary sand.
I suppose that’s because I grew up in south Florida, living by turns in North Miami Beach, Davie, Fort Lauderdale, Jensen Beach, Rio and Stuart. Lazy summer beach days meant we made a picnic lunch, grabbed bathing suits and beach towels and headed out.
As I peer out my kitchen window, I see a small rosebud peeking back at me from my rose garden. I started thinking one morning, soon this bud with the help of the sun, rich dirt, my husband’s watering and nurturing, will become a beautiful bloom. As Mother’s Day approached, I felt that my two children are my two blooms.
As a parent, I think it is my duty to attend to the nurturing of these two young minds.