Do you remember him or her? I do — to a T and completely. I was a fourth grader at a Foster City, California public school that was a little Montessori and a little rock and roll. Our hippy dippy principal made sure we took music class every week with Dennis, a friendly pothead…Continue Reading
Archives for November 2010
Your Guide to Giving Up Wine
Let’s say you haven’t had your nightly glass of wine for five evenings in a row. And let’s say your insides look a little like this: + + And then let’s go so far as to add that you’re melodramatic, self-pitying, and histrionic. What do you do? Allow…Continue Reading
A Request From My Soul
Do you suppose you might do me a favor? Leave me your favorite inspirational quote or link to a beautiful song or poem or picture or something else lovely? I would so appreciate it. To be trite. But I really would. Meanwhile, this is for you: Alternatively, if…Continue Reading
Surrender
I don’t know much about surrendering. I recall about 10 years ago, before a trip to Hawaii, I visited a hypnotherapist to help me conquer my fear of flying, and I didn’t get much out of it. I just couldn’t let go. As she counted me down to a more relaxed state, my mind refused…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #128: Let it Go
{{This prompt is inspired by Ellie…}} Your writing challenge today? (Photo from this place. While you’re there, check out the poem too.) Write about surrender. Whatever that means to you. Please post your response in the comments and write about it on your blog and leave me the link. …Continue Reading
An Idterlude
Hi Ladies and Gents! It’s San Diego Momma’s id. It’s come to my attention that she’s fresh out of inventive, refreshing blog posts. She’s got nothing to write about! This has to change. With the elections coming up tomorrow, it’s important that I take a stand for forgetful, overwrought mothers everywhere! Let’s join together…Continue Reading
This Weekend
Classroom parties, kitty cats, candy in the pot Liar’s Dice, haunted house, never in one spot Funeral day, a little late, priest not so glad Packed between some mean old ladies, eulogy was sad Pumpkin carving, forgot the chips, last minute run Firepit, food a-plenty, against a setting…Continue Reading
