Things I Don’t Tell My Mom Often Enough

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I love you. Thank you. You are amazing. You inspire me.

Thank you.Thank you for being a parent first and a friend second. Thank you for giving me good and fair advice, always. Thank you for teaching me to value myself, to work hard, to trust in God. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to skate. Thank you for driving me everywhere for 16 years. Thank you for candy corn after school in the Fall and popcorn on the stove just because. Thank you for giving in to the dog. Thank you for passing on your love shopping, passion for bargain hunting, and not letting me buy that awful swimsuit. Thank you for reminding me it all works out in the end. Continue reading

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An Invisible Thread

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“The true story of an 11-year-old panhandler, a busy sales executive, and an unlikely meeting with destiny”

Laura Schroff and Alex Tresniowski

This book could have been SUPER cheesy. But while I do have a soft spot for that type of story now and then, this story was actually riveting. A few weeks back while in DC I wrote a post about the internal struggle I feel every time I walk by a homeless person. So this is a topic that has been on my mind a lot lately.

Ultimately, in the author’s words, this is simply a story of “two people with complicated pasts and fragile dreams” . In one exchange, a split second decision changed both their lives forever. Continue reading

Turtle Fred

Anyone who knows me know that I have a plethora of pet names for both my little brother and my dog. In reality, they aren’t that different from each other. Both are cuddly, both are small (at least till the brother grows), both are adorable and both I love unconditionally.

A small sample of the names that I’ve called them by are:
Turtle
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Fred
Freddy Bear
Peaches
Pumpkin
Snookums
Winny
Bug
Ginny Bug
Winnykins
Wuffersnuffins
Bugaboo
Pete

In essence, I love my brother, I love my dog. And I will miss both enormously when I move to Chicago.

I think this also highlights a theme of my blog: I’m not deep. I’m weird, and maybe even entertaining sometimes.