Respect The Help!

Respect The Help!

Money isn’t everything. Money can’t come and work for you. Human relationships are more important. We were made for human connections, you know. That’s what our children need to learn. Today money is here. Tomorrow it’s somewhere else. So what do you do when you don’t have anyone? Money can be a safety net for only so long before you realize you never made solid friendships with the people around you. Maybe you were too busy chasing after…

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A Girl Goes to the Bar Alone

A Girl Goes to the Bar Alone

Everyone has at least one weird thing on his or her bucket list. There are probably more weird things on mine, but the one that sticks out right now has to be –wait for it—sitting at a bar, and ordering a drink, and not giving a toss what the guy at the next table thinks. (There’s always that one guy throwing reckless glances, undressing you with his eyes, sending a drink your way hoping your panties will come…

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The Girl with The Big Feet

The Girl with The Big Feet

At seven years old I was chubby and pigeon-toed. No one wanted me on their team during a game of kati. I was slow at ducking. I was mostly the helper, fetching the ball when it went out of bounds. My siblings made fun of my feet and everyone called me Sherry Boxy. I didn’t like it one bit. My dad would get tired of buying me new shoes every term as I outgrew them so fast. Faster…

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The Talk

The Talk

The best thing I can teach my children is to be good human beings, to be kind and respectful. It costs nothing to be good. I believe in God, and I believe in Karma. I want my kids to view everyone as God’s child. And I want them to know how they treat others is how they’ll be treated. That sometimes you just have to do the right thing even when it hurts. Everything else is just details.…

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Meeting the Gang

Meeting the Gang

They called me Aunty Cathy. But that was before they knew I was dating their dad. Once they found out I was reduced to Cathy. Just Cathy. We were introduced at Village Market, at my work place. It was all casual and innocent. Aunty Cathy was only dad’s friend after all. The youngest was turning six. It was her birthday. Whether I was a good birthday gift remained to be seen. The oldest was nine. Two boys, and…

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