I am gainfully employed at a lovely assisted living facility; however, I also work from home as a freelancer. Folks comment that working from home is great, and I agree — to a point, that is.
At the assisted living facility, I’m focused and time flies. At home, it’s another story. (No pun intended.) I’ve never had true writer’s block; I always have something to say. (Ask my kids!) The medical billing and coding is a no-brainer for me. The downside when working from home? Distractions. (more…)
It started a few years back when my sister Nancy and I, by chance, purchased the same birthday card for each other. I don’t recall who sent the card first, but clearly the sentiments expressed told the story of our special sisterhood. Because we both cherished that particular card, we decided to continue to mail it to one another with a personal inscription on our birthdays. We’ve dubbed it: “Our traveling birthday card.” (more…)
(Credit: Celia Iannelli)
Of late, I’ve been fascinated with cloud formations. I head down to my “sacred spot” at the beach almost daily to photograph the ever-changing sky. I especially enjoy taking shots of the magnificent sunrises and sunsets — so much so that I’ve dubbed myself a “sky junkie.” I sometimes post my pictures on Facebook with a few descriptive words taken from a song or poem. (more…)
We’ve all heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder and from personal experience I can attest to this truth. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve succumbed to a “fatal attraction” type of thing. I’m obsessively, deeply and passionately in love. And I don’t need a therapist to tell me it’s unhealthy.
I’m more or less a common-sense type of gal; however, I plummeted over the edge with this one. Ya think it’s some guy, right? Wrong! I don’t do “fatal attraction,” but this may be just as bad. Folks, I go wacko when my smartphone isn’t within reach. (more…)
Most of us have felt the sting of rejection during our lifetime and it doesn’t feel good, right? However, feeling rebuffed shouldn’t affect how happy we are. Yet sometimes it does. Our bloated egos get in the way because we take things personally.
Lately, I’ve been noticing a shift in my relationship with my sons — actually, they’re starting to get on my last nerve. They mean well, but …
Let me qualify my opening words: Greg and Jeff hold the undisputed title as the “world’s greatest sons.” Both have seen me through the most grindingly difficult challenges of my life. Although they live on the West Coast (only “time away”), we remain a close-knit family. But lately, they’ve become a tad overprotective. (more…)
We’re bombarded daily with disturbing news. The newspapers and TV news programs are full of stuff that sends us reeling. We’re slammed with tragic stories about missing planes, mudslides, kids being shot to death for playing loud music and other senseless killings. Home invasions and robberies are commonplace, drugs are rampant and we have a Congress that acts like babies in dirty diapers. Whew! (more…)
I arranged to meet my son Greg at the baggage claim area when I landed in San Francisco. While intently searching the conveyer belt for my luggage, I had one eye out for Greg. I spotted my luggage, but was startled by the tall, handsome man who tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Mom!” With a shock of recognition, I threw my arms around Greg and started jumping up and down. (I tend to do that when I’m excited.)