Death of a Salesman

More than a great literary piece. It feels like it is almost the death of an era. Let’s imagine. Here at my fingertips I can shop for anything that my heart desires and in some case have it delivered to my doorsteep the next day. How can you not get lost in the romance of…

Behind the Scenes of My Face of Daisy Interview (and other ramblings)

When it happened he was like a bat out of hell terrorizing the place. I mean it was complete and utter chaos. Bruiser started howling, Latte was barking, my son was now into my make up and it was like everything I needed had magically disappeared.  I kinda laughed as the minutes ticked down and just decided to let it play out the way it was going to. Look for what I needed. Put on what I found. Laugh at my hair as it just had this possessed mind of its own. The old me would have been reduced into tears. The mom in me just laughed. All this chaos and all I could think was no matter what happens this is all an incredibly journey.

Ramblings of a tortured mine

My goal these days is to write down my feelings and thoughts like it was a journal. I post it publicly to hold me accountable. Thinking carefully about what I write in the sense we all fear to be judged. By others, the outside world, the inside world but we forget who’s opinion matters the…