5 Minute Fiction, Life, better known as blah, blah, blah

The Thing About Hallmark (not the cards)

I said it a while back, Hallmark’s new movie Saturday takes me back to Sunday’s Wonderful World of Disney. Hallmark takes me away from where I am, like a memory from childhood.

Hallmark movies are fireflies to a first-timer.

Hallmark television is a best friend’s favorite story.

Hallmark movies are a cozy cup of hot chocolate on a winter’s night.

Hallmark television is a relaxing breath.

Hallmark movies are a glass of lemonade on a smoldering summer day.

Hallmark mysteries are a pondering question you can share with the dark.

Hallmark movies are a reminder of love.

Hallmark is what we need, and what we want.

Life, better known as blah, blah, blah


There are days, weeks, maybe even months when we feel the need to push ourselves more so than normal. Sometimes it is okay to do this and sometimes it is not. So how do you know when you should and when you shouldn’t push yourself?

I can tell you from experience, you’ll probably get it wrong more than you get it right. I’ve misjudged things in my past and pushed myself when I shouldn’t have. I also misjudged myself and didn’t push myself when I should have.

We all have goals we wish to achieve. Big and small. Some everyone can understand and some not so easily understand by anyone other than those close to us.

So how the heck do you know what to do when?

Take your goal (one at a time) and a minute or two, maybe even five and ignore all things around you. Think about your goal. Ask yourself why you have the goal and why you made the time frame for it. By allowing yourself individual time with each goal you can assess the importance of NOW or LATER. Maybe the goal needs to be modified to better fit what you need NOW or what you need LATER since you’ve devoted time to it in the current moment. Don’t let someone else determine what’s best for you. Only you can do that.

Life, better known as blah, blah, blah

World MS Day

Mom and I – 1980’s

For all my writer friends, nope, it’s not World Manuscript Day. Although how fun would that be? Take time off work to polish your stories?

Today is World Multiple Sclerosis Day. And the point of this is just as it seems, to bring awareness and share stories.

I won’t go on about my mom’s diagnosis, you’ve heard it before from me. But take the time to read up on the diagnosis if you are unfamiliar with it or learn how to support continued research.

Life, better known as blah, blah, blah, Memories

What is Home?

Growing up, when my father moved us from California to Washington, I thought the world had ended. Moving was nothing new, we did that here and there, but we never went too far from the last location.

Washington welcomed me with chicken pox and food poisoning. Thankfully, not at the same time. Besides that, Washington felt like a glove that didn’t fit (Dear O.J….). And, it was a completely different environment. As a child when it rained in California, we had recess inside. In Washington they let you play in the rain?! They had never heard of such a thing as “canceling recess.” In California, fire and earthquake drills meant you sat outside on the grass for nearly an hour. Washington had you out and back in under ten minutes. (You didn’t have time to look for four leaf clovers!!)

As an adult, moving to Arizona felt like the closest thing to coming home as I could get.

It had been too many years to count when I finally went “home” at the beginning of this year. But once I got California, something odd happened. It didn’t feel any different than any other place to me, it didn’t feel like I went home. What had happened?

I visited my mom’s home (since my parents divorced) from my childhood and also visited her grave site. Those moments were magical. Yet, the second I left that location I was a fish out of water. I visited the beach, and although dearly missed, it didn’t feel the same. Maybe because I was no longer the same.

I know for some home is a feeling, not necessarily a place. I agree.

Funny thing is, I’ve come to understand a different home. A place I never thought I would consider home. I also grew to learn that home is a feeling you can have when you are with a person. And that, is the best home anyone can get ever have.

Life, better known as blah, blah, blah, Memories

The Parachute


The other day, I drove past a group of school children playing parachute. It took everything I had not to pull over, run across the field and beg them to let me play. Okay, so while I wanted to, I also didn’t want the cops called on me for chasing up to a bunch of kids.

In school I was not liked, as in I was not a welcomed friend. I was an outcast, for whatever reason, I don’t remember. Maybe it was my clothes, or my personality, I cannot say now, or then.

When it came to group activities in school I was always the last picked. At times other kids were even instructed to pick me. Talk about embarrassing. So going P.E. was my ultimate fear, and not because of the uniforms.

It must have been about 4th or 5th grade when I was introduced to the parachute game. When Mr. Clark pulled the parachute out of the multicolored bag I was in full wonderment of what would happen next.

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about let me explain. The parachute was gigantic to a eight year old, especially one as short as me. It had handles all around it, enough for everyone, so no one was left out, including me. Everyone had to work together and there was zero room to exclude anyone, everyone was equal because they had to be. The parachute games only worked if everyone participated.

Every time the parachute came out, we played the same games, and I loved a routine. Mr. Clark would throw a bunch of Nerf balls on top and we all had to shake up and down in unison to get them to fly as high as they would go. Then Mr. Clark would call your name and another student and you had to run and switch places. We would also lift it up and then get under it, sitting on our handle as the center stayed up in the air and the colors filtered all around.

Yet, my most favorite was when you got to lay in the the middle, on your back, and all the kids would lower it up and down as the colors appeared to explode around you like a sky full of stars.

So, driving past these kids and that big, colorful parachute caused me to smile. I hoped that any kids feeling like I did were able to fit in, even if only for thirty minutes.

Good Eats, Life, better known as blah, blah, blah

When You Have a Garden

If someone was to ask a younger me, would I ever garden, I would surely have said yes. But a garden of flowers, most likely.

And flower gardens I did have, even a simple pot on an apartment balcony. A home with hydrangeas, small, and barely blooming when the moving truck came. A new state, homes with nothing but backyard dirt. And a home with failed attempts at all desert plants. Oh flower gardens were in my plans. Yet, a garden of vegetables and fruits, no.

I believed that was something unobtainable. Something that needed skill and planning. Something, that required lots of land and a coffee table full of how to books (okay, so I have two books, no coffee table).

So, how I ever stumbled upon the gardens I now have, and wanting more, remains a mystery.

I have a 4×4 box and a 10×5 box, which I find myself walking around at least five times a day. As though I’m wandering acres on some farm in Texas. Veggies don’t grow that fast, but the way I snoop around the dirt you would think something new has grown every few hours.

Turns out when you have a garden germinating, you can and do lose yourself in it. It’s like watching a baby sleep, just wondering when it will wake.

There is peace among the dirt. Green sprouts appear as though Thomas Kinkade painted them. And when you get to taste what has grown it’s a rainbow of joy.

I just need more boxes now….

Life, better known as blah, blah, blah

Home Again & The Whole Truth – movies

There are few movies I find interesting these days. Okay, these last few years. Okay…this last century.

So, when I find one I grab hold, take it in like waves rolling onto the dry sand.

I never saw a preview for Home Again, but as a Reese Witherspoon fan I could not really say no. Yet, because of so many boring can’t finish them movies, I figured this would be the same.

Now this movie is not for everyone. There is zero story arc. Okay, maybe 10% arc, but it doesn’t matter, because Home Again feels almost like a Hollywood classic. A mix between Hanging Up/It’s Complicated and a Doris Day flick. (The fancy chic California house set didn’t hurt much either.) The movie is cute, funny, hopeful, and cozy.

Movie number two, The Whole Truth. First, just get past Renee Zellweger, it’s her. But my-o-my you can’t tell a bit. So much plastic surgery she could be hiding Barney under there.
This movie was gripping. You think you know, but damn, you don’t. I don’t want to spoil anything, but I promise you will he hooked.