Dear C.R., It has been one week since you departed my side for the after life. I have opened my eyes each morning refusing to believe it is true. They say time will heal and each day will become a bit easier to bear without you by my side, but how can that be true… Read More RIP C.R. – Gone But Not Forgotten
JOB TITLE : FAT PERSONAL TRAINER JOB ID#:4866 JOB TYPE: Personal Training Position Type: Full-Time Regular JOB PURPOSE: To provide a comprehensive one-on-one educational fitness program to assist client in REALISTICALLY achieving their fitness goals without spending half a day at the gym EVERY day and eating like an effing bird. Those who can currently eat their weight… Read More WANTED: FAT PERSONAL TRAINER
Destiny Fate They softly flutter about us like windswept leaves dressed in autumn hues painting a picture of approaching change that will alter our landscape with a future we never envisioned, but one we readily accept because after all it was meant to be. And yet, these same letters come together, stringing words with a… Read More Destiny Isn’t For Victims. Fate Isn’t For Fools.
She was an artist. She was a mother, a daughter, a wife, a teacher…but what I remember most about her was that she was an artist. She loved to paint and as I sat beside her, I found myself watching her more than the canvas she was bringing to life with her brush strokes. With… Read More Misplaced Artist
Sometimes what I really want to scream out loud is… Click through my slide show for my spin on this week’s Finish The Sentence Friday! Enjoy the final set of sTrEeT aRt: Through My Lens.
The next set will be the last in my five part series, sTrEeT aRt: Through My Lens. It has been so much fun hitting the streets of San Juan, Puerto Rico and capturing these talented creations with my camera. Also by Little Miss Wordy: sTrEet aRt: Through My Lens sTrEeT aRt: Through My Lens (Set… Read More sTrEet aRt: Through My Lens (Set 4)
I watch them from the sidelines as they stand side by side on the edge of the field. Every so often they turn and high five each other, throw an arm over a teammate/friend’s shoulder. With the short attention span of little boys, a couple of them roughhouse with those standing closest to them until… Read More Boys To Men: A Glimpse Of The Future
When I came across this giant mural, it immediately made me think of a Nursery Rhyme. It took up a huge wall. The first shot is the entire scene, then I focused on individual scenes within the big picture. Also by Little Miss Wordy: sTrEet aRt: Through My Lens sTrEeT aRt: Through My Lens (Set… Read More sTrEeT aRt: Through My Lens (Set 3)
She broke the silence. “I can’t do it. I can’t sign those papers.” The young woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat, never taking her eyes off her husband who sat across the mahogany conference room table, his own pen in hand. As silence hovered like a cloud of uncertainty over them, the gentleman in the three… Read More Always Go With Your Gut: 5 Tips On Recognizing That Gut Feeling
