Ever wonder how ordinary things got their names? Me too. Last night as I was washing my hair, I got to thinking about the word Shampoo. I repeated it over and over and it sounded weirder and weirder each time. It comes from the Hindi language of India.

Run, Momma, run! Run, Momma, run! Yet, in spite of all the love and attention in the world, all the material things she needs for life and then some, and security and safety in her current surroundings, she ran the first opportunity she got. Life can feel like this.

A place to try new recipes. 2 tablespoons honey or pure maple syrup. A 15-ounce can of coconut milk contains a little less than 2 cups. Add a little water to make up the difference. On March 21, 2015 in breakfast.

Me, Myself, and Hannah. The life of a college kid. Me, Myself, and Hannah. Living with an almost three year old is rough, especially days where said child refuses naps. Today was an especially hard day. A major battle of wills between myself and my toddler. By the end of the day, we were both exhausted, screaming, and overall in foul moods. Was the monster in his dream. I crawled into his bed and just held him and cried with him till he went back to sleep.

Take care of all your memories. Sunday, May 29, 2011. Thursday, May 26, 2011. I love having a pen pal. Now, I need to go buy some more stamps, paper, and envelopes! The living room is SO close to being finished! George brought me home my favorite flowers yesterday. While he was on his lunch break! Wednesday, May 25, 2011. If you collect records, I would definitely.

Cool mornings at the playground. It was meant to be about something I hate. Monday, 15 August 2011. All the rest have 31. Anyone else here a big fan of December? Now chances are you are either cheering or staring at the screen in frank incredulity. December! Stress on earth and ill will to all men! Be that as it may, I love it. And I love that as a res.

Live life, stop philosophizing. But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. I cried aloud to the Lord, and He answered me from His holy hill. I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me. Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! My hope is built on nothing less.

Confessions of a Pseudo-Gaysian Suburban Dad. Thoughts on gender, race, parenting, and theater. An Open Letter to the Neighbor Who Filed a Complaint against my Black Lives Matter Sign. When you see my son is bouncing a basketball in the driveway, do you see a younger version of these boys and young men? These are the things we think about when we proclaim that black lives matter in the form of our simple lawn sign. Posted in Parenting Children of Color.