My intended post for tonight isn't quite ready yet. Lunch hour flew by, yoga ran late, the kids stayed up past their bedtime. Life happened. So you'll have to wait until tomorrow for the post I planned. In the meantime, I have this for you. Remember way back to my first post when I shared with…
The Great Picture Project
Every January I make a "to do" list for the year. Every year, I move one item from the previous year's list, to the next. May I present to you that one item: The Great Picture Project . . . Yep, that's my wedding picture on top, and somehow Pokemon cards ended up on the…
Chopping the Branches of Avidya
My husband gave me a book for Christmas called, The Heart of Yoga: Developing a Personal Practice, by T.K.V. Desikachar. I previously posted about my newfound love for yoga, and I wanted to share something I read that applies universally, whether or not you enjoy yoga practice. The following is from Chapter Two, "The Foundations of Yoga Practice." Don't…
Pimp My Van, circa 1978
During my childhood years, my father loved to purchase big ticket, unexpected and unrequested items without my mother's approval. I think he liked to surprise us. Either that, or he was afraid Mom would nix his "great ideas" before he had a chance to execute his plans. For instance, the morning of one of my…
“Jariana” Madness
As I mentioned previously, I had a few hours to kill on New Year's Eve waiting for midnight. The family had conked out, so I sat on my couch with Ryan Seacrest in the background and played around on my iPad. I checked email, browsed Amazon, and fired up the Kindle app hoping something I…
Times Square, Birthday Cake, and Party Poopers
Back in my twenties, New Year's Eve was my favorite holiday. I loved the idea of tossing out the old and ringing in the new while indulging in cocktails with my friends and strangers in loud, crowded places. I loved planning a fun evening out, overpaying for dinner, drinking and dancing, and spending New Year's…
My Day in Haiku
Good morning, my loves. Get dressed, eat breakfast, wash up. Time to go to school. We're gonna be late. Why isn't your book bag packed? My keys are missing. Dear God in Heaven, I'm running low on patience. Please send me some-NOW! Work, work, and more work. Time for a cup of coffee. Now I'll…
Academy Awards Movie Madness- Zero Dark Thirty [Spoiler Alert- sort of!]
On Saturday night, my husband and I went to see Zero Dark Thirty. I label this post as "sort of" containing spoilers because I think we all know what this movie is about-- the CIA operative that led to the killing of bin Laden--but I do let loose a couple of little details here, so…
Thirty-Nine Years Old
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was only thirty-nine years old when he was assassinated. 39. But wow, did he live a lot of life in those thirty-nine years. Born on January 15, 1929, Dr. King attended segregated schools in Atlanta, Georgia, graduating high school at age fifteen. He then attended and graduated from Morehouse College, and…
Lovers on the Run
As a working mom of a special needs child, I often struggle with time issues. I try my best to give work my full attention during the daytime hours, and my kids and husband my full attention during the hours after work and on weekends (with the exception of my twice a week yoga classes).…
Waiting on a Word 
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