(Image Source) Last month, my mom was admitted to the hospital for a list of reasons: kidney stones, a urinary tract infection, dehydration, anemia, and the flu. When my brother Joe called to tell...
Yesterday evening, I was chatting with a neighbor, Veronica, for the first time. She's an adorable little 20 year old who rooms with her older sister and a couple of her college friends. As we gabbed on about our apartment building and her amazement that I'm 31 when, in her opinion, I look 23 (which seriously, made my day... no, my we
Today marks six months since Joscelyne passed, and since I got all emo a little over a week ago, I'll skip that today and celebrate her memory. Here are some of her favorite songs:
I woke up from a long nightmare this morning. In this dream, I was in my mother's house, sitting on the floor of the living room. Angry and sad that Joscelyne was dead. Angry and sad because I felt that only I truly cared anymore. I got up and headed out to Starbucks. If I was going to be up, I mine's well be really up.
Randy, my friend of fifteen years, came over yesterday morning. I made coffee on my Kuerig. He brought danish. His paternal grandmother passed of cancer and the memorial was Saturday. Dutiful grandson, he delivered the eulogy. He had emailed it to me last week to proofread. Carol Frantz was born on November 14, 1931 in
Since I got inked in memory of Joscelyne, our cousin Shay and her best friend Jen did, too. All lilies. I know the Diva would be quite pleased, having us walk around with visible reminders of her. It's those invisible ones that so many of us carry in our hearts that will keep us from forgetting. Jos, on he
Zoe plays Vanna White by displaying my two new book purchases. After gettiing some positive feedback from last week's Saturday stuff post, I figured I'd do it again today. Funny how totally different my mood is this Saturday, though. While last week I woke up in a mood to do yoga, I'm totally in a lazy, I feel like vegging out
Jos and Zoe, a month before her death. When the sad news that 27 year old Matthew Warren, son of Pastor Rick Warren, had taken his own life broke this weekend, millions of Christians stopped to say a prayer for the grieving family. I prayed, too, and then stopped to think of their pain. I know how it feels to have
Last November, my little sister Joscelyne died. She was 28, married with two kids, Justin and Sophia. She loved cooking, baking and singing. She had earned one master's degree, and was in the midst of completing another. She loved fashion- shoes, dresses, makeup and jewelry. She was a complete celebrity gossip hound- Kim K, Kanye, Ji
"But what about you?" he asked. "Who do you say I am?" Peter answered, "You are the Christ." Mark 8:29 That verse always stuck out to me. Jesus asking Peter a seemingly simple question, but one actually loaded with profundity. Yesterday, while texting with a friend, she revealed to me she found my Facebook updates and p
On Tuesday, November 20th, my beautiful sister, Joscelyne Denelle Flemming Rita, passed away. She leaves behind her loving husband, Emanuel, son, Justin, and daughter, Sophia. Please pray for all of us. It's been devastating. I miss my Baby.
Joscelyne and Zoe enjoying the sunshine at the park in October. I awoke this morning amongst thoughts of Joscelyne. I was barely awake, in that twilight stage between wake and sleep. I thought of Jos, and my "butterfly mug," and ends and beginnings. Back in the day, the two of us loved butterflies, in no small part due to Mariah Carey
Robyn, who showed me support just as I did for her when her mom died suddenly four years ago. Clarissa, who inspires me with her determination, took the lead and arranged for the food for the family attending the repast. Maria, who's quiet faith reveals a deep trust in the will of God. There were some who tearfully and repeatedly questioned my emo
I eyed the clock. It was 11:37, and mass at my church would start in twenty. With the phone held up by my right shoulder, I took off the seatbelt and opened my door, which immediately started Zoe, who had been sitting quietly in her carseat, to all out wails of protest. I walked up the front stairs like I had countless times throughout my life, an
Tina came back and ushered us into her small office with a stack of files on the desk and some family photos spread about. She quickly explained I would have a sonogram done to look for physical abnormalities, and blood and urine samples taken as well. Then there were questions, many: about my ethnic background, family history, and an illnesses wi
“Dying” to get married? You might have more in common with this man than you think. I couldn’t blame my girlfriends. The girls, who upon learning of my impending nuptials last fall, reacted with varying degrees of annoyance and anger. Yes, I was disappointed, but I understood. I had been there too, excited for your friend but