Besides the occasional celebrity crushes (I had the biggest thing for Grant Hill since his days at Duke) during my adolescence, I would have These Dreams. Big Dreams. Make the World A Better Place Dreams. Paint a Smile on Everybody's Face Dreams. These Dreams were filled with Hope; Sincerity; Generosity; Beauty; and Love. Dreams of Saving the World … Continue reading this was just a dream
My friend, Jen, just sent me a text, after donating $150 to our friend Dustin's fundraising efforts in support of the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Team In Training program. Jen wrote, "It feels so good to give!!" She's right. It does feel good to give, especially to a cause that is worth more than money. Your money … Continue reading “it feels good to give!!”
Since arriving home on Wednesday, I've attempted to watch The Holiday twice already, passing out within 30 minutes of the first scene each time. But here I am, on the Christmas Eve morning/early afternoon attempting to watch it again, from the last spot I last remember before drifting off last night. Third time is a charm...or … Continue reading it’s christmas eve and we are going to go celebrate being young and being alive.
It's a Friday night and I'm waiting for the last of my 6-dozen cupcakes to come out of the oven, and I promise you that I couldn't be happier. Yes, I said cupcakes- not to be confused with neither jungle juice nor jello shots. I actually did think about pouring a glass of wine (which would … Continue reading this is you. it’s not showy or gaudy, just simple… elegant… beautiful.
Today I was honored to be a Guest Blogger on the website for the Fight | Survive | Inspire Foundation. My remarkable, inspirational, and down-right A.MAY.ZING. friend, Kate, is the Foundation of Fight | Survive | Inspire Foundation and a cervical cancer survivor and advocate. In other words, she is a Fighter, a Survivor, and an Inspiration … Continue reading FIGHT. SURVIVE. INSPIRE.
Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. We all know these words very well as they were first spoken as a lesson to be learned from our parents, grandparents, and/or teachers. As kids we fought off mean words could only be cured with a plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk. As … Continue reading those sweet words
On my way to Cleveland on Friday night, via Megabus indeed, I watched Letters to Juliet. Somehow that was only the second time I saw it, and to be honest, I was very hesitant to watch it again on the bus. Why? Well Friday night wasn't my best day, as I was easily set-off by … Continue reading the one good thing about not seeing you is that i can write you letters.