The sun shone all the way down the road. I looked at him and saw him smiling the same smile that would haunt me till I live. Our car reverberated with music that sang of undying love and beauty; my ears were in their own personal heaven as his laughter boomed in the car. So entwined were we in each other’s company that it wasn’t until I woke up on the hospital bed that I realized my husband was no more — that the smile and laughter that were still so fresh in my mind were just memories that would get washed away with time.
“Hey, darling,” he smiled, not realizing how much his smile scared me. It was that smile which made my heart almost stop as I’d try to resurrect the memories I had forbidden myself. So much had changed and not changed since the day he…
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Most days, dad sleeps a lot. But today, he’s wide awake. He’s on the phone, yelling at me. He’s so angry, but there’s sadness in his voice, too. “I don’t have any money, I don’t have a car. I don’t even have any shoes,” he tells me. “And I’ve got to go down and see mom and dad.”
Now, my dad is 92 and his parents have been gone for decades. He has money in bank accounts that he doesn’t remember how to access, and he has a car he’s no longer able to drive. These days, his shoes mostly stay in the closet. He wears his slippers when he has the energy to walk down to the dining room to eat with his friends Leo and John, or when he gets the urge to bust out of the skilled nursing wing where he lives. He heads…
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Before I married my husband, I told him to make sure that he was marrying me for who I was that day, and not for any future changes he hoped to have wrought in me through the “transforming” power of marriage. Though we were both young, I had seen enough unhappy marriages to make me wary of the institution, and who wants to be institutionalized, really? I had no question that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but I wanted us to start off with as little illusion as possible. I wanted to know that he saw me, and not some airbrushed version of a girl to be placed on a pedestal. It is easy to fall in love if you believe all the fairy tales and movies. Beautiful women with flowing hair and flawless skin meet muscled men with pure hearts and chivalrous intentions and they ride off to his manor with servants aplenty…
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You love writing about anything and everything. You have this funny side you hardly ever show to people in real. You don’t live one life, you live two. Because babe, you’re a blogger!
1. Writer’s block
You dread this term more than you dread the zombie apocalypse. You cannot even imagine leaving your baby-blog for days, let alone weeks! Sometimes when you’re just distracted and can’t think of anything to write, you start to panic because no, nobody wants a block in their head when they are on a mission (getting views and shares in this case). When you actually have a writer’s block, you wish you were dead. No, I am serious.
Oh, give me the views already! Do you remember that time when you stopped eating for two days because you were too busy staring at your computer screen checking your blog’s stats? You don’t? Maybe because you were unconscious for a week and had to be saved by glucose drips. Okay, I am not serious, but no, I am serious. About the impatient part anyway. You find yourself checking your blog’s stats every few minutes (maybe even seconds).
3. That one jerk of a friend
You have at least one (or more than one) friend who refuses to check your blog or read your stuff. “I am just too lazy for this shit, dude.” *Laughs* Yes yes, I know how difficult it is to keep yourself from punching him (or her) in the face. Bails are too expensive these days…
4. Social network celebrity
Be it twitter or facebook, you’re the celebrity of words. Swoon. People love your witty remarks and quick sense of humor. Your comments are one of the highest liked ones on any given facebook page. You are that funny guy (or girl) everyone loves to follow on twitter (and copy on facebook). So now you know who’s famous. You are.
5. Real virtual friends
The best part about being a blogger? You have lots of friends whom you’ve never even met. Come to think of it, you’ve more of these friends than your whole neighborhood combined. These people are mostly bloggers like you, or some other social network famous people, or maybe just some random readers of your blog. But you know one thing, these are definitely your “real” friends.