Posts that will get me hate mail – Page 3

The happiest four words. The saddest four words.

Conversation with Victor at lunch: Victor: I read something about a contest where you have to come up with the saddest story in just four words, and I think I’ve nailed it. me: Okay. Hit me. Victor: “She loved someone else.” me: Ooh, that is a good one. How about… “She’d forgotten his smell”. Victor:Continue reading “The happiest four words. The saddest four words.”

I’m sharing this with you because I love you.

Remember in September when I had to put a book trailer out, but instead of talking about the book I decided to do a video where I asked my friends to share their stories with the world? And my niece, Gabi, composed and played the lovely tune for it? Here. I’ll show it to youContinue reading “I’m sharing this with you because I love you.”

The answer to the question “Is blogging dead?”

I’ve been doing interviews for the book release and I’m never prepared for the questions in spite of the fact that the questions are mainly about me, but in my defense I find myself a bit tedious (that bitch is everywhere – it’s like she’s stalking me) so I’m not usually paying attention to what I’mContinue reading “The answer to the question “Is blogging dead?””

An accidental competition for the worst mother ever.

The first week back to school always brings out the usual excitement, insecurities, fear of failure and concerns about not fitting in. I guess probably our children go through that as well but right now I’m talking about being the parent of a child heading back to school. I have a group of friends who sporadicallyContinue reading “An accidental competition for the worst mother ever.”

This is my house.

The greatest gift in the world is to grant a kindness to another. The amazing thing though is that the aforementioned gift is one you give yourself. It may be a small thing. Leaving a flower for the tired woman at the coffee shop. Telling a stranger that they have such kind eyes. Listening happily to aContinue reading “This is my house.”

She’s much better at drawing cats now. About the same with Hitlers though.

I wrote this over a year ago but I never published it because it got lost in my draft folder, but I’ve been recovering from food poisoning and I’m at that woozy stage where I think everything is funny or horrible and I’m pretty sure this is both. Conversation with Victor (and Hailey): Me:Continue reading “She’s much better at drawing cats now. About the same with Hitlers though.”