Observations – Page 5

Dear Children: This Life is Messy

Dear Children, Yes, this life is messy. One moment you’re getting a gold star for helping your teacher, the next your heart is breaking because your only friend chose someone else for their birthday ring. Yes, crap is hard. I know. And, I know that the books tell you how the hard moments…
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Something Fishy (A story about value judgement)

Our seafood platter arrived and it was spectacular! I grabbed a fat king prawn, downed it and chewed hard on the shell, spitting the crushed muck into my cupped right hand. Next, I broke off a piece of sweet lobster and sucked hard, making sounds my mother would not have been proud of. Then, just…
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KINDNESS POLICE (A story about fickle people)

Now, of course I have had plenty of experience with people like that: the full range from mild to extra hot bitches, from the subtle frenemies to the full-on social food chain hoes. But I walked away from my brief encounter wondering why it still unnerved me. I shouldn’t give a damn, right?
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Have you ever? (A deep and personal reflection on life revisited)

Have you ever felt like you’ve been kicked in the gut? How did the breaking of your heart sound? Did it grind, wring and burn corners of your chest that you had long forgotten?
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Reflections on Mama Karma through 3 generations

She would embarrass me constantly too. Not by anything she did/said/wore (well sometimes the Converse trainers and expletives were a bit much) or how she smoked with the young girls while her peers drank tea in a circle saying the rosary. No, just by being herself.
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Childhood Innocence & The Power of Names

No! You are wrong! She is the victim of shit circumstances, for sure, but that doesn’t mean she cannot and WILL NOT rise! F%#%ing idiot!”
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The Power of Prayer

I was sitting in a quiet spot, working on my laptop. Next to me sat a group of preppy, old women drinking Earl Grey tea. They were doing a bible study, or something like that. I wanted to move seats but thought, gosh maybe these old broads could throw me a bible verse…
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Something “Fishy”

I was eating a prawn and avocado salad at 9am on a Friday morning while driving. I rarely eat salad. I NEVER eat salad in the morning. I should have known it was going to be a strange day. My hair was dirty and the salon could not take me for a wash…
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A Village Missing its Idiot

My new friend told me that her husband didn’t like her talking to me. She would end her chats with me very abruptly and hurry away each time she heard him in the distance. I asked her what exactly the issue was. She said “he thinks you will give me ideas.” The dude was…
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Not Part of The Deal!

I take my children to the park to WATCH them play. So when I see another mother jumping, sliding, tumbling and screaming “weeeee” on the roundabout, I get annoyed. Not because she’s got more energy than me. Not even because she’s getting the cardio workout I need much more than her. No, I get irritated…
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