Monthly Archives: March 2011

Autism Awareness Day

The official date for Autism Awareness is April 2nd.  I don’t need a date on the calendar to make me aware, as EVERY day I see it in the face of my 14 year old son.  Don’t think the irony of the official day being the day after April Fool’s Day is lost on me, either.  As my son drifts in and out of developmental progression and regression, I have learned to always be on my toes, like a nimble […]

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How to NOT be happy.

That was the title of the article that caught my eye.  It dealt with the top five ways to guarantee you won’t be happy.  Wow.  Really?  An article needed to be written to point out ways to help people understand that which prevents them from being happy?!  Because from where I sit, seems like there are a lot of folks don’t really need much assistance in this area.  They’re doing a mighty-fine job keeping the happiness fairy at bay.  Still.  […]

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Words are people, too.

In “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” the patriarch of the family is constantly showing how many words have their basics pulled from ancient Greece, even if he had to go waaay around his elbow to ultimately arrive at this thumb.  Constantly, and sadly without somebody delightfully explaining the etymology, I hear words used in conversation whose roots are firmly planted in ancient Greek or Roman mythology: Flora and fauna are often used to describe the plants and animals of a […]

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Shirley, pride goes before you fall.

“List ten things you like about yourself or are proud of”.  Seemed like a simple enough request, but when I recently asked two friends to carry out this task, you would’ve thought I’d asked them to strip down to their skivvies and march down the middle of our town’s busiest boulevard.  Truly, given the choice between the two, both of these proper women would’ve chosen NOT to expose what they considered to be a prideful version of themselves, opting instead […]

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Driving in SoCal. Enough to make you flipping angry.

To the lady who rode my bumper, screaming and gesturing for me to “hurry up” (at least, that’s what I think she said) the last 25 feet to the red light — I wrote down your license plate number and what I consider to be a pretty accurate description of you (although I’m sure your eyes are probably blue or green and not the molten hot lava red you displayed this morning).  But, don’t worry.  I’m not turning you in […]

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