"To expect life to be tailored to our specifications is to invite frustration." ~ Anonymous
King’s legacy is a relatable example of how steadfastness, authenticity, and humility can change the world. What we nowadays call emotional intelligence was one of King’s best qualities – advancing social justice without stooping to the level of white supremacy manifesting as sucker punches at deli counters, church bombings by so-called Christians, and other forms of domestic terrorism.
I ate my first hot pastrami sandwich in New York City. Honestly, I am unsure if I heard of pastrami at the very least ate any hitherto.
Bubble baths are an act of mindfulness – focusing on a sole thought, acknowledging its existence. The warmth of the nearly too hot bath water. The sensation of the suds fizzing out of existence with each movement of my arms and legs. The loosening of tense lower back muscles. The cascading of relaxation over my body as I breathe with depth. Smiling because of it all.
Spaghetti – one of my favorite childhood meals – was not pre-cooked by my grandmother. My mother made a sauce pan’s worth of spaghetti. To be sure, I am not referencing her grabbing the can opener, retrieving a container of Chef Boyardee and dumping the contents thereof into a waiting sauce pan. She considered Chef Boyardee an atrocity – foodstuffs packed into a can, laden with salt, and gag reflexive nastiness.
Each of the past four years brought about unique changes. May the year 2019 be what you make it.
I will nuance this observance to air my dirty laundry of constantly interrupting others. I wish to expand one day’s observance into a lifetime practice.
“My Best Friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read.” ~ Abraham Lincoln I pride myself in knowing the major observances – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr Day, National Public Health Week, Pride Month and the ilk. I recently learned there are so many more commemorations that fly below the…
Dog Companionship – A Brief History I am a dog lover. My spouse Larry is a dog lover. Even my mother – who once and probably still believes certain mangy mutts belong outside – loves our Zeke and Coco. During her visit to our then Northern Virginia home – Zeke would cradle his noggin on…
