Single Is Not A Status

 I believe in signs and one of them is that my mom and best friend share the same birthday. Today, 2/26 is their birthday and for the past seven years it has been a tradition that I fly down to spend some much needed time with my  bestie. It's my birthday gift to her, a girls weekend catching up and doing all the things we love to do together, like shopping and eating!  This year the ticket prices have tripled from what I usually pay and so I didn't make it down. I had given up hope of finding a cheap flight and was planning on taking a week off over the summer to drive down.  The first thing I did this morning when I woke up  was text her "Happy Birthday" and how I wished I could be there with her  to celebrate as we usually do. She texted back how it felt like the world was conspiring to keep us apart. I answered that it sure did feel that way this year.  A second later I receive a text from my daughter. I am expecting it to be a request of some sort as she has been

I often joke with my family and friends that if I am meant to meet Mr. Right, he will have to fall through my living room ceiling, because I am not going out there searching for him. Which makes this story funny.  As I have mentioned in a past post my neighbor is a semi popular, known musician. I am not saying his name to protect his privacy. He rents the space next to my town home to use as his studio/office/home away from home.  Fast forward to the other night around 1 AM when I am jolted awake by my cell phone ringing. I leave my phone on in case my adult children ever need me for any reason. I immediately think something is wrong and my heart is pounding as I jolt awake out of a deep sleep and sit up in my bed all disoriented. I reach over and grab my phone and I see my neighbors name on the screen. My first thought is he butt dialed me. I decide to answer because what if it is an emergency and not a butt dial. Why else would he be calling me in the middle of the night? "Hello

It feels important that I write this blog tonight on the date I had to face one of my biggest fears fifteen years ago. February 22, 2008 at 11:25 a.m. my mom passed away.....died....took her final breath, never to breathe again in this life. So dark and final. She was far too young to leave us at the age of 58, only days away from her 59th birthday. She use to always joke about how she hated getting old and she never really seemed to truly enjoy her birthdays. In her words, turning 60 meant she was OLD!!  I bet if she could have known that she would never get to be sixty. She would have viewed turning sixty differently. I know I do now that I am approaching fifty.  As of today I am ten years away from being the age she was when she died. Ten years doesn't feel long enough to accomplish all my dreams. I can't imagine not being here in ten years from now. Yes I know none of us knows how long we have left, but we hope to live the maximum life expectancy possible.  So hard to belie

 I fell in love with drums when I was about fifteen years old and discovering the big hair eighties bands. Bon Jovi being one of my favorites.  Every song they put out I fell in love with. I was raised in a very strict religious family and listening to rock music was forbidden and something I had to sneak around to do. I remember painstakingly creating my own mix tapes of my favorite songs recorded from the radio.  One day my dad found my mixed tapes and destroyed them all while yelling at me that they were the devils music and I had invited the devil into his house by making these tapes. I didn't believe that was true and I continued to listen to the forbidden rock station whenever my dad was not around. I loved how the beat made me want to dance and how happy I felt when my favorite song would come on. Yes Living on Prayer is still one of my favorites.  I had a boyfriend at the time who could play drums. I remember asking him to play something for me every chance I got. I admired