Miss L. is stepping out for the night

My Miss L. She is a beauty. The only problem is that she is a young beauty. Scary to see photos of her sometimes as she looks soooo much older than she is. But then, you look closely and you see her youth in a detail here or there. In this particular case, Miss L had bought a dress for her friend’s school homecoming dance. I don’t even remember going to homecoming dances. For that matter, I don’t even know if we had homecoming dances. But then, I was not a rah, rah, high school girl. Miss L is not a rah, rah, HS girl but today, events like homecoming are ridiculously big events.

So, we went to Urban Outfitters and we found a cute dress that was not expensive. Of course it is put together with “spit” as the expression goes. That may be dating myself… There were several options of high heels already at home –as Miss L like high heels. But here is the thing, she will fuss over everything matching– hair, nails, shoes, etc. and yet, there she is in the picture looking beautiful except she is not wearing her high heels. She is wearing her sandals. Miss L always steps out to her own drum beat.

I could have told you regardless of which pair of high heels she chose to wear that night, that they would not be on her feet for more than 3 minutes.
Usually she wears 5 or 6″ heels and then feels uncomfortable because they make her very tall.

I looked at the picture and shook my head. “If you don’t want to wear heels, why not just get a nice pair of flats. You shouldn’t ruin your outfit with the sandals.” Her brother commented during this discussion on “I Chat” that her shoes were gross. But he is a looser from her perspective. And, she was disgusted with him at that moment as he had shared something about his college date she did not want to hear. Hmmm.

Needless to say, she was not open to my view or his. Still, I am glad that Miss L is stepping out regardless of whatever is on her feet.

Taking laughs where I can

Sometimes, I feel like I have a serious character flaw. I am so serious. Other times, I believe it to be my environment. Sadness often accompanies me. But, not always. Recently, my daughter said, “Let’s make a video and post it on Ben’s facebook page.” Of course I agreed.

We spent the next 2 hours making 6 videos which were posted on Ben’s wall, my wall and my sister’s wall. AND, we laughed and laughed. We laughed during the taping, we laughed after watching the videos, and we laughed that we had made them. I was exhausted but I also felt very much alive and relieved. It has been so long since I laughed so much and for so long. There were times, years ago when I would laugh easily — but not in a while.

My kids and I used to get hysterical laughing in the car over making stupid faces or making impersonations of make believe characters. I have always laughed easily with my children. I am grateful for the laughter I have shared with them.

When I was acting, I was able to be ridiculously silly at the drop of a hat. I was also able to be serious. Mostly these last years I have been serious. I am working on changing those things in my reality that create such heaviness. Here’s to more laughter and lightness in my life and in yours. I would always prefer to feel lighter than not. Wouldn’t you?


I try my best to be up to date with the internet. At times, it is a challenge. I just uploaded an ad I did for ghost writing, posted it on this site, saw it with my own eyes, but do not have a clue where it now resides.

Sometimes, I feel so behind the technology. Compared to many people of my age group I am brilliant when it comes to social networking etc. When it comes to younger folks , I am truly a dinosaur. The world moves soooooo fast these days. It is really hard to keep up. But then, I remember when I switched from typing on a manual typewriter to an electric and then to a computer. I never thought I would be able to write on the computer. Over the years, my process of writing incorporated the computer. And, I use less paper now then I did when I began. I still like holding a piece of paper in my hands — and I enjoy reading a book that I can hold. Hmm. Is my age showing?