Sorry, I changed my mind.

Have you ever volunteered for an event or agreed to help someone only to realize that you either can’t do it anymore or you simply don’t want to? Perhaps you were given partial information when you said yes and now that you have the whole story you are no longer interested. Now that you’ve learned the bake sale you volunteered for is 5 hours long instead of the original 3 you were told and that it’s on Saturday not Sunday, what do you do? Do find a way to make it happen or do you say, “Sorry, I changed my mind.” 

Behind the Mask.

(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,
Feds be hawkin me
Jokers be stalking me,
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.
Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.
Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.

Sometimes I really can’t stand you!

Any couple that has been together for any stretch of time, married or dating, has experienced some changes. This includes no longer opening the car door or leaving post-its in their lunch with love messages. 

Guest Post: Wellness for Baby Boomers

Today, older adults are living longer and healthier lives. As a society, we celebrate the fact that individuals are living longer and doing it in good health. In 1965, the average life expectancy for males was 66 years and females 73. However today, males are expected to live 75 years and females 80 years.

Guest Post: What are your intentions?

I am in transition; having recently graduated from my PhD program, I am in the process of moving from Fort Lauderdale, where I’ve lived for 4 years to Atlanta, GA. I knew for years that this change would come and did my best to prepare my friends and love ones. I had been so concerned with preparing everyone else that I neglected to mentally and emotionally prepare myself. Because of the depth of the connections I’d made, leaving was not as simple as sending a good-bye text or email.

Daddy, are you angry?

That was the question my three-year old asked me as we were sitting in the pediatrician’s office.
Lately, she and her sister  have been suffering from upper respiratory infections that have made it difficult for them to sleep through the night.

“No baby, daddy is not angry.”