Sing a song

Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

Number One: Ron con Coca-Cola by Mister Chivo

The first song in my memory, the first song I remember singing. My mind associates this song, and Mr. Chivo in general, to road trips, Mexico, and my parents. If my memory reaches back to when I was four years old, then my Mom was twenty-eight while my Dad was thirty…

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Prompt: Free write for twenty minutes

I want to blog more often. I really do enjoy it. I have been blogging for nearly ten years. My oldest posts are no longer online and exist only as a zip file on this computer. I saw a blogger I follow post about a daily writing challenge. Today’s challenge was simple: Just write for twenty minutes. Do not stop. Keep writing. Then, be bold enough to publish it. So that’s what I’m doing. I will not…

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I am my mother’s daughter.

Yesterday, I gossiped with my Mom and it was the greatest thing I did all week.


I am so excited about it being Halloween season, mostly because it means that there will be Smartie Boo (black cat) stuff everywhere and I am going to get it all!

Won’t you come out to play?

Won’t you come out to play?

About the rich, but unfortunately short man


"He smells and looks like money… Just get him some shoe lifts."

I love my parents.

My parents came to visit me last night. Not for very long since my Dad had to wake up very early this morning, but they drove an hour (thirty minutes here and thirty minutes back) just to spend an equal amount of time with me. Isn’t that sweet? I’m smiling about it as I type. I hadn’t thought about their visit all day, but now I am finally home and sitting here with my thoughts. Now, I’m…

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Always learning

Graduating does not mean you are done learning. Getting that diploma or that degree is not the final act. I may not enroll as at a education institution, pay tuition, obsess over a GPA anymore, but I am still a student of life. In my line of work, it is required that we obtain a minimum amount of Continuing Education hours each and every year, which I dutifully fulfill and do feel satisfaction…

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"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone."

— Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)