A Woman’s Perfume…

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I LOVE this. I have strong sensory memory. I vividly remember the perfume my mother wore when I was little, and she’d be all dressed up to go out with my father. She bestowed upon me the idea of a “signature scent”, even though she only wore certain fragrances for weddings and important social gatherings. I can wear my signature year-round, but I tend to wear it more during Fall and Winter because there’s something incredibly sexy about the scent lingering on my clothes, my hair, etc. I have absolute strangers stop me all the time to ask about it, always with a compliment. It’s one of those things that just plain makes a girl feel good about herself. I don’t trust women that don’t wear perfume.

Memory Lane……

Memory Lane…

“Memory lane is lined with broken glass that reflects the past in glittering bits with sharp edges, that cut you with every step. You bleed, you remember, and are happy to be in the now.” -Laurell K. Hamilton

They Circle You…

They Circle You Like Sharks…

“Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and again. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound. ” ―Sara Zarr

A Piece Of Big Apple PRIDE!

A Piece Of Big Apple PRIDE!

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*If you’re not a baseball fan, don’t read this. If you are, this is me, sharing my pride in Mariano Rivera, MVP of this year’s All-Star Game, which will be the final of his career. For those of you who don’t know, or those who live outside North America, Mariano is the ace of the New York Yankees bullpen. He has been our closer for 16 years of his 19 year career as a Yankee.

He is the epitome of humble, respectful, soft-spoken, and kind. As a New Yorker, and a born Yankees fan, I take great pride in the players that are “no laughs, no bullshit”. The ones that do their jobs, that don’t embarrass themselves, their team, their fans, or the city which they represent <cough, A-Rod, cough>. Mariano is that kind of player, the one that even opposing teams respect because they’re in awe of his abilities on the field, on a career that is damn near flawless in performance.

It was a great moment last night to see him respectfully applauded at Citi-Field amongst a, mostly, hometown crowd. Especially by his American League teammates and the opposing National League players. For his last All-Star Game to be in New York, for him to be the first closer to ever receive the MVP award at the All-Star Game, those are big things. This man is a future Hall of Famer for sure, and not only does he make me proud to be a New Yorker, he also reminds me that the American Dream of success and hard work is still alive and well.

I am SO proud of you Mo. I’ve watched you from day one and have always cheered you on and respected you. Last night made me emotional, knowing that you will retire at the end of this season. The team and baseball will not be the same without you. It will probably take someone the next 50 years to try to break all of the records you have worked so hard to achieve, rarely giving yourself the credit you so deserve. Believe me when I say that I will one day tell my children of your greatness, the same way my parents told me about Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Whitey Ford, and a host of other greats that followed in their footsteps.

At the end of the season, win or lose, you will always be named among the greats. I am proud to have witnessed your career and will always smile whenever I see your face. I also promise to beat the crap out of anyone I ever see wearing the number 42. They’re not worthy!!*

Somewhere Out There…

Somewhere Out There…

In Memory of my Grandfather, who to this day is still the finest man I have ever known. You are missed beyond words. I know you’ll always look after me. I am so proud of who you were and all that you gave me.

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