Mamacita says: Ah, the Arts. Without them, we’d all spend our money on Flintstones mudflaps, gas station black velvet Elvises, Billy Ray Cyrus, ceramic geese (seasonal clothing extra) and anything with Lindsey Lohan, and think THAT was art. Sadly, some … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Even when I was a child, I was a reader. Not just a reader-in-school, either; I was a READER. When I wasn’t climbing the apple trees next door, skating around the block, or riding my bicycle, I was … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I’ve posted about this one before, but for some reason it’s been running through my mind and making me giggle all last night and was still tickling me when I got up today. When I was younger, I … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I was reading an article somewhere, by somebody*, that stated that no matter how old we get, there are still times when we want our mother. Our fifty-year-old mother. When our mothers are young, we don’t consider them … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Now ordinarily, as anyone who knows me already knows, I’m a firm believer in staying up late and sleeping in, whenever possible. When I think of all those exhausted teens being dragged from their beds because some early-bird … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I have seen many versions of this story, but this translation from Paul Coelho’s blog is the best so far. There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Brazilian village. As he … Continue reading