My dad died last week. He had been sick for some time and didn’t take care of himself. To me, he died about 35 years ago so this day where his soul left his body really doesn’t affect me that much. But it seems strange to not care. You should care when a parent dies. You should feel an ache, a hole. Like someone just ripped out a core piece of your life and you don’t know how to move forward.

Losing a parent should be that horrible.

I wish I felt that right now. But instead, there’s this nothingness.

Recently we took a mini-vacay to Disney. One of the perks of living in Florida. While at Hollywood Studios, we were talking about what rides Evie could go on at …

After the pop, I thought, with great inner satisfaction, that she would realize that I was right. Victory for mom!!!!! What is more sweet in this world than an “I told you so” as a parent?! Well, as long as the results aren’t horrendous of course. I was expecting to see her face screw into disgust and for her to immediately spit out the pill. But guess what?

She didn’t.

It’s been about 3 weeks since I had Marina and life has been all over the place. Acclimating to the new normal as a family of 6 has been…. challenging. I’m doing my best… but my best isn’t always wonderful though.

Seniors at Gianna’s school get to paint their parking spots in the HS parking lot for a small fee. After she got her license, we were talking about future plans …

I don’t know if it’s a sign of an aging mind, the fact that I’ve read A LOT of books, or because I used to read most books while consuming …