This story starts with my sister praying for a dog at bedtime. I know my sister well enough to know that she really wasn’t praying for a dog, this was a coded message to my parents. Finally, my parents got the message: my sister wanted a dog.
Christ the Redeemer and Sugar Loaf Mountain My father likes to retell the following story to anyone who will listen: “We were making our final descent into Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, straining our necks to get our first glimpse of our new home. When suddenly, Curtis said ‘I don’t feel good’, and proceeded to throw … Continue reading Part 1-OJ and Christ the Redeemer
"And I've got no illusions about you, guess what I never did When I say, "I'll take it" I mean as is" --Ani DeFranco
The first novela I remember watching was a “novela das 7” called “Um Sonho a Mais.” It was a light, fluffy, ridiculous story whose plot I vaguely remember only after reading about it on Wikipedia. This was my introduction to the daily, can’t miss, 6 day a week world of Brasilian soap operas.
He was real, witty, sarcastic, intelligent, kind, interested, and a complete and total badass
album that has stood the test of time and is remembered as an icon of its era. However, that isn’t the case.
My parents, like many other families, were sucked in by Hallmark and we were made to participate in the “I have to show you I love you by buying you a card” machine.
He was so excited to tell Amanda’s students that his mom was dating Kermit. Never, have I been so proud to be referred to as a green frog.
He is a 17 year old with the soul of an old bohemian who has subsided on life, cussing, black coffee* and liquor.
It would be interesting to give a child a “temporary” name and let them decide as they get older. Granted you would probably have to go through a period when your child wants to be named T-Rex or Princess Ariel or Xyzfg