I don't really remember the day mom finally confirmed the dreaded rumors that Santa was merely a figment of the imagination because it never really made a difference. Even as I took my turn as a teenager playing Santa for my younger brothers I never stopped believing in the magic of him. As a child… Continue reading Wrapping Up The Magic of Christmas
The long white strands in his beard caught in the fibers of his bright red sweater and the white cotton ball collapsed forward from the back of his red cap and swung just beside his ear as he took a closer look at a bag of apples in the produce department of Wal-Mart. Li'l A… Continue reading Christmas Time Living in Orlando
Holiday preparations are in full force in our Little Castle by the Sea...well Sea World at least. From decorating, to gift wrapping, celebrating the birthdays of Mr. R and Princess A, to managing the logistics of the complimentary House of R Airport Shuttle Service (HoRASS) via the Nissan Quest, things are about to get crazy...crazy… Continue reading This Old Christmas Tree
Lil A has recently decided she has an opinion on the tunes we play in the van. "No, go back! I want the girl song." Her favorite station I have titled Pop and Brimstone which is a general pop station that consistently runs interference with a Gospel frequency. So she jams along as I grit… Continue reading Please Do Not Feed The Locals
I am 32 and I was just bullied at the playground. This time change has definitely been the most challenging one yet, mostly because the girls and I had developed a routine that placed us at the park precisely as the sky is now turning to dusk. We go at this time everyday because there… Continue reading Strange Encounters of the Crabby Kind
Last Friday while Mr. R was rubbing elbows with Master P and taking pictures with Li'l Romeo, I chose to sit at home in my sour bitter mode of exhaustion. Awaking repeatedly the two nights before with a tingling uncomfortably numb right arm had really done a number to my sleep and my sanity, so… Continue reading Under Pressure
"Just get used to the idea that you won't have people here. People come and then they go, it's just a big land of tourism," somehow she made these words sound as if they were a blessing as opposed to the curse they felt like. With that she leaned her head back briefly and shut… Continue reading So What’s It Really Like To Live In The Land of Tourists?
"They really need to cut that hedge," I complained as I tried to bolt across the small side street that runs just in front of our Barnes and Nobles. "Oh my gosh, the parking here," as I turn the corner. "Of Course, any spots close to the entrance are taken," I offer to drop off… Continue reading What A Difference My Barnes and Nobles Makes
It was difficult to wake myself up this morning, each morning has become more and more difficult. The House of R was hit with a terrible cold over the past week, and I was now a nurse turned patient. My head was groggy and my body craved rest after a weekend of concerts and late… Continue reading The Lesson That Went So Incredibly Wrong, And Then So Incredibly Right!