My son, Sal Cristian making arepas and scrambled eggs for breakfast
I am a single mother of a 21 year old son. He lives with me and is currently in his third year at Florida International University. My household consists of just us two plus our two little chihuahuas. Since I work from home and he spends a lot of his time studying here, we share great quality bonding time. One of them is going to the gym and motivating each other to stay in shape. We also do it for the mind since it helps us to stay focused on all our own activities. And since he is such a tall muscular guy, we spend alot of time in the kitchen cooking. He eats all day!
So where do I start? As I said in my last post, I wanted to share some stories that I haven’t shared on this blog when I had my own near death experience, also known as my peace and bliss in chaos in 2002. In the story of the boy in the movie, Heaven is For Real, he said he want to heaven, saw Jesus and the angels and came back. It was a vivid visual experience.
My story is a bit different because I am not as visual. Have you heard of the different kinds of senses we all have? There is clairvoyance (visual), clairaudience (hearing) and clairsentience (feeling). Most of my life, I have been more of the “feeling” type. It’s kind of like the gut feelings. You can’t describe it, but you just kind of know. [click to continue…]
Yesterday I accidently deleted all my documents and videos on my computer from last year. Luckily I had my information saved from prior years on external drives. Since I am constantly going to a lot of conferences, networking events and my geeky side tends to do alot of research, I ended up with alot of files on my computer. So when I realized that I had deleted them all permanently, I took it as a symbol of letting go and being lighter.
Last night, after spending hours trying to get back my documents with special recover software which didn’t work, I created this image with the text: “Today is a marvelous day to start something new” to share on my Facebook page. Then today I woke up feeling a bit different knowing that the incident of deleting all the files in my computer triggered something in me. [click to continue…]
This is a little story about love at 50. I started dating about seven years ago after the sudden and unexpected death of my dearly loved husband. After being married for two and a half decades, I felt like a dinosaur in the dating game in my late 40’s. Without going in too much detail around ‘The Dating Game’ at this time, lets just fast forward to the age of 53 and dating “The Man and His Dog”.
I live in a very sweet neighborhood. It’s quiet. People actually say “Good Morning” which is an anomaly in Miami Beach. But this particular neighborhood is for the people searching for a bit of that old-time living. We have Hassidic Jews, Latinos, wealthy and blue collar all mixed into the same area. I don’t need to lock my doors. I love it! Melting pot Miami. In the dating game, that translates to dating Peru to Greece to New Zealand to half-Irish half-Crazy?!? You’re getting the picture right??
I like to take walks in the early evenings to stretch my back and break away from all the hours working on the computer. On one of these nights and many thereafter, I began to notice ‘the men and their dogs’ and began wondering about them. I would notice their faces and what kind of dogs they were walking. Like if the dog was snarly and unsociable or friendly and kind, or nappy and rude. At the same time, I was observing their owners. Who were these men?? [click to continue…]
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Last weekend, I was at a celebration of my high school 50 year anniversary. While I was dancing, someone came up to me and said, “ I remember you!” I looked at her trying to remember who she was since she was not one of my classmates, but from a year older than me. It’s […]