What I take away from my time in California is a great deal of tolerance and acceptance. I need to talk less and listen more. I need to have empathy for people with different backgrounds than me and attempt to understand why they feel the way they do.
It all boils down to a few things: geography, how many old classmates you care to revisit, and your penchant for nostalgia.
And it also bewilders me that people have shamed the parents for allowing their son to play in the water despite a no swimming sign. Have these people never had a two year old child?
Hola Chicas, how is your summer going?? Mine has been pretty awesome so far, and it’s going by too fast! Before we get into updates, let me first say that I’ve been such a lazy blogger lately, barely updating you, my loyal rabid readers (LOL, too much?) about what I’ve been up to lately. Am […]
I’m kind of having a moment like; ohshitness, where the EFF did five years go because I literally just turned 35. I cannot believe it’s been FIVE YEARS since I started this blog in which I wanted to blog about the dreaded “dirty thirty,” as if it was some nightmare. But my main purpose was […]