Baby Needs an IPod…Or Does She?
Earlier this week I visited the Apple Store to order the full version of Tozzle, one of the iPhone games I’ve found that is like baby crack to the toddler set. Zizi is enticed to sit on the potty with either a book, watching Dora, or one of the toddler iPhone games like Tozzle, Peekaboo [...]
Photo Restoration: From Fair to Great
his is going to be a quicky from me tonight, my friends. The weekend was unpleasantly spiced with coupleship drama…again. Not.going.into.it. Even Zizi decided to take out my very last nerve and stomp on it. I’ll be picking up my discipline (not the fun sexy kind of discipline…minds out of the gutter, please) books tonight [...]
A Funny For The Knitters with Gratuitous Photography
This is a mini little goody from today’s entry in my Never Not Knitting! Page-A-Day knitting calendar: I have a rule. I’m not knitting anything for any object that can’t appreciate it properly. This rules out wine bottle covers, tea cozies, and steering wheel covers. I know that technically these gifts would be for the [...]
Finding Treasure
here are times in your life that you find treasure unexpectedly. You have no idea that you’re about to walk into a treasure cache, but amazingly, there it is. I recognize that treasure comes in many forms for different people. For me, though, connections to happy times in my childhood are my found treasures. Those [...]
You’re Black in Corporate America When…
I had to crib this post from Villager in the Electronic Village because it resonated a bit too much. He was nice enough to give me permission for this plagiarism. You Know You’re Black in Corporate America When… A coworker sees you and several Black colleagues at a casual lunch. Back at the office he/she [...]
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Magical Thinking and the Middle Adolescent
The other night I found myself having an interesting, albeit frustrating, conversation with my almost 18-year-old cousin the other evening. She’s my aunt’s daughter but since my aunt and I are closer in age than my aunt was to my mother, Tina* feels more like a niece to me than a cousin. No, the conversation [...]