By The Sea

It's that Christmas Season. When the lights twinkle like stars, and children are full of excitement for what is to come, all the while the adults are running with their eyes closed mostly in circles. I look around and I try to stay grounded, I breathe calmly; thank you to my Calm App and Rescue Remedy. I have always loved Christmas. There is something so pure as a Holiday that celebrates the birth of God in human form. Babies are the pure essence of love, unconditional, with no strings attached. They are born and their only purpose is to make sure that somehow their needs are met. They don't have the ability to depend on themselves. Their needs can only be met by another human that has the ability to take care of them. Some babies hit the mother load and end up in a family that tries to satisfy every whimper. Some babies land in a family where they believe a good cry is beneficial for the lungs as well as attitude. Best to learn at a young age not all your needs ca...

It has been one full year since I shared or wrote on my Blog... unfortunately sometimes life gets in the way. I have missed writing. I have missed my time at the computer and the click, click, click sound my fingers make on the keyboard. I have decided to sum up 2014 and get back to where I belong.                               20 Things I Learned In 2014        1. Teachers do not always build up their students but sometimes they tear them down.   Thank goodness the world is filled with mostly amazing teachers who are found to inspire their classrooms more often than not.    2.  You can take a second honeymoon with your husband and children and have a better time than the first time around.                       ...

Carina’s sophomore year in high school I picked my daughter up from school the other day. During the twenty-minute drive home she announced that she had finished her personal essay for English Class. Well, of course I was thrilled. She had a busy weekend ahead of her and she needed to finish all of her assignments before she went off to participate in a Lacrosse Camp. She asked me if I would like to hear what she wrote. I said of course as I drove her and my two other daughters home after a long day. It was dark out and I was prepared to listen but I was not prepared for what I actually heard.  I thought it would be another one of those English essays that she rushed through or did the bare minimum. I will admit to a time or two when I have told her, “That was horrible” or “I believe that was the worst paper you have ever written.” I have always known she was capable of more and I was always hoping she would discover that as well. As she read ...