I walk that fine line
between soccer mom
and trophy wife.And it makes me wonder
why life doesn’t come with its own
how-to manual or tutorial
or maybe an unabridged playbook
for the formerly single, slightly misguided female.
Thank you to the editors of The Daily Cuppa. It is…
but I’m not going back
As a child and teenager, I loved going to Disney almost every year on vacation. It was where my mom and I spent no-stress time together and bonded. Time was enhanced by many wonderful rides and foods.
I’ve been lucky enough to see Disney at Christmas, Halloween and all four seasons.
However, my mother recently asked me if I would go back. Initially, I told her no because of decreased health (her) and mobility (both).
Recently, we found out that a day in the park (no hopper, which was a favorite perk) was almost $200. I’m not sure how much it was when we went but wow- inflation.
I’m just glad I had a lot of great memories to last a lifetime.
As human beings, it is common for us to feel confused.
Our life never happens on our terms so it is quite obvious for us to get confused in completely new situations.
So, during those times what I always do is —
Take break, and work on the confusion to solve them.
Instead of running away from the issues or continuously procrastinating, it is always a better option to solve them.
That is exactly what I have done for my recent issues.
Any opinion on that?
My Twitter.
Crime Always Pays — Chapter Eighty-Six
Two days went by without a word from Stan. It wasn’t like him. Raven decided he was likely testing her.
She had done nothing wrong. Raven had spoken with Officer Stein, according to Stan’s orders. The deal she and the officer shook on; nobody else knew.
On the third day, the phone rang. It was Stan, and he wasn’t pleased.
“Come to my house, Raven. Don’t keep me waiting.”
The more she learned about her boss, Raven felt defeated as his silence over his wrongdoings shattered her soul.
As she reflected on her life, she felt ashamed. Never had Raven imagined her life turned upside down. While adventure always tempted her, living a subservient life did not.
“Damn you, Stan,” she cried. “I need information. The farm is calling. I want to go home.”
