Errance Mentale: when we believe it, we'll see it.

How do you pay tribute to a mother who gave you everything? How do you begin to explain to anyone how wonderful your mother's love is without them thinking that it is nothing compared to theirs? You just can't. You can't stop either because, regardless of how everyone else views your mother, she will never cease to be special. Ok, I love my mother. This is not new. Those who know me know this, but they don't know how much and why. As we drove on Landover road just after the intersection with Lottsford Rd in MD heading towards Upper Marlboro, I felt the need to stop and speak to my mother. She had been critical about my way of life which lacked the lustre and flair of those who have succeeded in the USA: Doctors, Lawyers, Nurses, etc. People who lived in "big Houses", drove nice cars and ... well you get the picture. I was a teacher and my mother felt that by subtly letting me know that I had to supplement my income with a "second" job or even a th

The last mile is the most complicated, the most difficult some say, but as a reluctant jogger, I'd like to draw your attention to the first mile. It all started with a promise (although I'd like to consider it a wish) that I made public on FB that I was embarking on a journey to shed off some 15-20 pounds to an ideal 170-175 for my short 5.8' stature. The reason to make that public was to be accountable to someone. There is always someone who will remind you of what they read on your profile ... So it was last month when a friend brought the matter up and said jokingly "but you don put on weight, oh!" Like I needed any reminders! I have come up with all kinds of excuses why I was not working on my goal: it was too cold, the kids, it's too early, it's too late, it doesn't really matter I can still lose weight whenever I want, besides look at all those overweight people, am I not better than they are...? Yes, it is amazing what goes through the mind