I once read in some waiting room magazine that sometimes, toddlers shutdown. Literally, their brain will in a sense, misfire, and throw them into a whirlwind of confusion and anxiousness, which will then cause them to cry because you asked if they want to eat spaghetti or ravioli. The writer's suggested method of repair during … Continue reading A Hug and a Safe Place
In Walmart buying a new tea pot (Yep, at 1am, sue me), but my mind has started wandering... When I moved to Houston, I chose to reside smack dab in the middle of American royalty, surrounded by castles you can only see the top quarter of as you drive by. A peasant by comparison, I … Continue reading I Want the Sunset
Just a running record of conversations between my goddaughter and I. She's going to be an ass when she grows up, but it's okay, that just means we'll get along better than I'd hoped. *Pull up to chocolate shop* Tiny Baby: C.M., is this where ice cream is? Me: Yup. TB: Guess what kind I’m … Continue reading Our Talks #2
Being a restaurant manager it's common to have sight of a server scurrying towards you with a ticket in hand, look of defeat in their eyes, and beads of sweat forming on their brow... So you're always prepared to talk to even the most cantankerous guests with a demeanor of calm professionalism, that can soothe … Continue reading Excuse Your Politeness.