
“Where do you live and what do you like about your city?” was one of the questions I have been asked here on my blog, and my honest reply surprised me a little bit. “I live in Columbus, Ohio and I don’t like it here at all.”

“Where do you live and what do you like about your city?” was one of the questions I have been asked here on my blog, and my honest reply surprised me a little bit. “I live in Columbus, Ohio and I don’t like it here at all.”

I hurt a kid when I was a little girl. I had said some ugly things in anger, and it made me feel bad later that day when I was back at home. The girl had been mean first -that was my excuse- but still I didn’t feel good about it. I shouldn’t have said the things I said.
The heart will lie for its own happiness,
if true or false, only when the soul is at peace
that’s when the heart is truly happy.

Fear works like breaks on a car. There is no moving forward and no going back, we stay there frozen like a deer in the headlights, whenever we hit the fear-pedal.

In Kindergarten I met a little boy and we became friends the very first day. We shared our lunches, played together and we were sure nothing could ever tear us apart.
I lost a friend, a very good friend; just heard about it before Christmas. No, let me rephrase this. I lost one of my best friends, she died and I didn’t even know about it. I didn’t know about it, because we weren’t talking.
All this time wasted Not speaking All this time hoping It would change There wasn’t much time left But we didn’t know Now you are gone RIP Sandy

Friendgiving was a great success, we all had a good time and like every year, I promised myself that I would never eat that much again. Our new neighbors stopped by and we instantly liked them. They have a teenage son and we clicked right from the start. My accent makes people curious and the question, “Where are you from?” is always an icebreaker and often the start of an interesting conversation.