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My Heaven

Living a Life that Matters

I just came across this poem, and needed to share. What Will Matter By Michael Josephson Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no days, no hours, or minutes. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass on to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal… Read more →


What feeds your humor?

Recently I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, and came across a horrendous sight.  It was a page full of fashion don’t s. At first I found it rather funny that someone would take the time to put this in their feed, and then I realized they were pictures of people.  Actual, living and breathing people who chose to put… Read more →


Take a Shot

There are very few times I’m willing to take a “shot”, and then there are those times when I love to “take a shot”.  Yes, there’s Fireball.  At one time there were Kamikaze’s, limoncello, and pickle shots.  But there is no shot in this world I love to take than the shot. I’m talking about taking risks that you really… Read more →


Banged up List

The last couple of weeks have been physically challenging.  Whether its a shoulder, lower back, hamstring, tooth, you name it, one of us in our workout group has it.  And on top of that, I feel as though I’m falling apart. Now it’s my thumb.  Really? How’s a girl supposed to dead lift with a bad thumb? My thumb hurts… Read more →



Yesterday’s post received a lot of commentary from close friends and family members. Mostly women.  “Don’t feel that your texts are bad when you send them to (the 20yo),” or “Are you ok?”   In all honesty, I’m quite superstitious. Having not sent a text of encouragement since the tournament began, I’m feeling that now I can’t.  They won again last night.  And I… Read more →

Cell Phone

The Green Light

It’s been a long season.  Traveling to Texas, Delaware, Long Island, and of course, Brookline.  And now, it’s tournament time, and I’m home with the 12yo.  Priorities.  What’s made it so hard is leaving the 20yo alone.  I mean radio silence alone. No texts, no phone calls, nothing. He’s playing in his first conference tournament and he doesn’t need his… Read more →


Sunday Night Dinner

One summer night I looked around at our group of friends and realized they had become my “family”. Some I have known for several years, some just recently.  We have a common bond that very few can understand.  All that matters is that we understand it, we are dysfunction-ally functional. Starting with three families of four, one boy and one… Read more →

Red Sox Fans

The Fan

When you live in New England it’s a known fact that you are either a Yankees fan or a Red Sox fan. Clearly, I am not a Yankees fan. Never have been even when we didn’t live here.   I have watched the suffering closely since 1986.  I admit, I was a Mets fan at age 16, until that fateful game… Read more →

Zac Brown Band The Foundation

Music To My Ears

Music is important to me. Different genres define my day, my mood, my overall self 99% of the time.  Listening to Zac Brown Band today has definitely put me in that mellow mood, but then lifts me up as each song plays.  Sitting in a cubicle all day is mind-numbing, until I put those headphones on and they take me… Read more →

DeSimone Fitness chicks

Friday Eve

We don’t mess around on Tuesday and Thursday.  Tuesday is “leg day” and, well, Thursday, is “Friday Eve”.  Mind you, we get after it pretty good on Thursdays.  I’m definitely sore for at least two days, and we all commiserate at Sunday Night Dinner about the time when we finally felt better over the weekend.  We work in two groups… Read more →