Imagine a job where you always feel unappreciated, people around you are selfish, very ungrateful and you are always on call — 23×7. When something goes wrong, you get blamed, you are also expected to know everything. A lot of times, when you you feel like you don’t have anything left to give, you get asked to do more. Before I forget, this is all charity work, free, no pay. At the risk of not oversimplifying this seemingly very unrewarding position, this job is called “Motherhood”. This is the 10th year that I’ll be married to Marchesa and each year has brought us new, complicated and even resurgent challenges. 10 years later, we now have three kids. We might even be entering into that “golden age” of parenthood which is referred to when your oldest kid is just young enough NOT to be in their teenage years and the youngest is potty trained. If you need proof of how amazing of a wife and mother she is, just look at our kids (you can also look at how clean and how wonderfully designed the interior of our house is). You can also look at where I am now in my […]

Found such a beautiful webpage, a corner showcasing such accurate and creative art, not just showing beautiful things, but even telling a story. Gorgeous. Click on Banner “We cannot only live for ourselves.  A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.” Herman Melville  

After almost ten years of marriage, Perze and I finally made plans to visit DC to see the Cherry Blossom Festival. We packed our bags, our three girls, stopped for some much needed coffee and breakfast, and headed south.  The drive was a bit of a bother since there was mild traffic at some parts, but nothing compared to the cherry tree festival traffic in DC.  Everyone was trying to inch their way forward, almost just being pushed and pressured, even the walkers.  Droves of crowds lined the sidewalks, even to the point of people walking on the edges.  Nevertheless, we pressed on, determined to make our marker within the crazies, being crazy ourselves to find a spot.  We finally found parking near a golfing restaurant, ate a well deserved lunch, and made ready for an anticipated hike to the Jefferson Memorial. Long story short, I think the trip was worth it: 1) being an education tool for Emma to be able to put images to government terms she’s learned in school, having the experience of taking in the senses and remembering how it felt to be in our Nation’s Capitol; 2) giving our young kids an experience to be […]

I read this today and was brought to tears. Her honesty, in writing, yet that sense of betrayal to herself, was so moving. The progression of losing, in degrees, pulls you in and challenges your own experiences, making you question if you’re still bent to agree with her.  One Art BY ELIZABETH BISHOP The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look […]