(Disclaimer: long story about my early days as a mom with a toddler and an infant.)
On Monday night I watched a bunch of syndicated Big Bang Theory episodes. As always, they were funny and entertaining, but one in particular kind of threw me for a loop. It somehow sparked a weird, long, complicated memory of my early mom days from 12 years ago.
I sat in my bed immediately after that episode finished, and typed out the convoluted mess that my subconscious dredged up into my blog.
You’re welcome. 😊
I hereby caution you: the following post is lengthy, ugly, painful, and maybe just a little bit insightful. If you are in a delicate state of mental health at the moment maybe skip over this one.
You have been warned.❗
After I typed it out, I realized something: watching tv is hazardous to my mental health.
Either that, or it’s therapeutic.
Yeah, let’s go with the second one. Catharsis, if you will.
Continue reading How one episode of Big Bang Theory made me reminisce the last 12 years
We took our kids from Toronto, Canada to Switzerland on vacation. This is our adventure.
This is a multi-part series.
- Vacation memories: travel day – part 1
- Vacation memories: travel day – part 2
- Vacation memories: from flight attendant to passenger 20 years later
- Vacation memories: arrival in Zurich
My aunt had a lovely snack prepared for us after we finally arrived in my childhood home town via Uber, and we sat down to get reacquainted with her. She had met my partner before, about 20 years earlier, but she had not met the kids.
Continue reading 5. Vacation memories: exhaustion and a trip down memory lane – part 1
Today the grandma of my daughter’s friend took a long, hard look at me outside of the home where I was picking up my girl and said:
“You look like that movie star. What was her name again?”
Continue reading Resemblance
This is a story my mom told me about our time in Switzerland during the 1970s. The story happened to my sister, although not exactly like this. I put a spin on it since I wasn’t there…I was probably at Kindergarten while she and my baby brother were hanging around with my mom in the apartment.
I remember the apartment building vividly, as well as the parking lot and the sandbox. I also clearly remember that order and cleanliness were very big preoccupations for the Swiss adults during that time.
Continue reading Creative Writing – Stupid Cow