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It is amazing how you can look back at the areas of your life and pinpoint the moments where everything changed;some better than others.Looking back.you know that moment. (moments!)The one where  you decide to move on,to change, to hold back, to let go. You learn to define,and redefine that moment, time and time again. You demand clarity.No more gray areas.

This pie is a little too perfect -some pieces should be bigger than others

Stay hungry.

What would Oprah do?

I have always prided myself on being a little self-less. My last job was  not a
“dream job”-if anything it had absolutely nothing with what I went to school for, and left  me feeling as if I am contributing nothing towards society. Unfortunately for me, I am one of those people that are bred to work towards the greater good.

In the process of rebuilding, I discovered something quite wonderful.

Team in Training is a non-profit organization where groups of people from around the country get together to train for a marathon,half-marathon, or even triathlon. Pick your event, they got it for you. As you train, you are fundraising money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

 

They're either still fighting or have lost the fight.Their struggle pushes me forward when I think I no longer can.

 

I jumped into this not quite knowing what I was getting myself into. And I don’t just mean giving up Friday nights so I can wake up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning to train. The goal for my particular marathon is $2,600.00. 75% of that goes towards research, the doctors we sponsor here in South Florida, and towards our honored teammate, a sweet little five year old named Dominic with whom I had the opportunity  to run for during my first season of TNT last summer. His father is also a member of one of the South Florida teams, and the word he used to describe us, me, strangers to him-was self-less. And suddenly what became something I was doing to give back to society, to better myself, to lose weight-it became so much more than what I wanted it to be for me.

 

the best way to run

 

And I mean that in the best way possible.

With the help of my amazing friends and family, in my first two seasons of  TNT I raised over $6,000 in donations. That is alot of begging, lots of repeat donations from friends who gave and gave with every ounce of good will in their body.
The struggle to get donations is probably the hardest obstacle ( other than the hike up on the causeway that is waiting for us).

For every friend who gave and gave- are 5 friends who never gave  donating a second thought.
Of course, who I am to get upset?Or tell people what to do with their money?

It makes me fight even more, for I figure-if Dominic can endure at such a young age grueling medical treatments, I can bite my prideful tongue, and continue to ask for help from those around me.

This summer, I am seeking help from local businesses and group events, as to continue the fight,without having my friends and family open their wallets, as they have done so many times before.

 

Erica,(left) a great friend, former Teammate and 2 TIME cancer survivor. Badass

 

I will never forget one time, last year,I heard the DJ on y100 exclaim how Oprah had been sending President Obama’s dog,Bo-cashmere sweaters and blankets. And although I love Oprah ( have her magazine subscription to prove it) I couldn’t help but once again get lit up over such an silly expense for an animal who probably has  ridiculous luxuries already. And here I was, joe schmoe,(Jane Schmoe?) hassling corporations and my own friends for 10.00 to save a child’s life-yet furry little Bo gets cashmere from Oprah.

With that being said, Oprah is an amazing philanthropist, and a woman I greatly admire. After my inital complaint I remembered how much of herself she does give, and the want/need to write her a letter explaining my plight diminished with the thought that it would just get lost amongst the thousands of other letters of charitable donation requests she receives. Perhaps it is still worth a shot? $2,600 is chump change to her-but it’s kinda like being shy to ask your rich aunt for money just cause she has it. Just cause she has the money, doesn’t mean she is obligated to spend it on me.

So where do I go from here? Fundraising during these  pressing economic times is proving to be the real endurance training. I am hopeful that the closer it gets to my event ( October 17,2010) that more those around will support the cause. I’ve got  until August 1st to make my goal.

Until then, less writing,more running ( and begging).

If you would like to donate,and for more  info:

http://pages.teamintraining.org/sfl/nikesf10/meesh


Arroz Con Huevo Frito

Below is a post I wrote a while back  that I had to save from my prior blogging site. I thought I would share  with my new readers, and post it for friends who asked me about it when I started this one.

This is also in honor of Memorial Day Weekend. My father was a very proud Vietnam Vet,and this holiday meant alot to him. Never forget to give love and gratitude to our men and women in the service.

In summer of 2006, my father was beaten and left for dead on the streets of NYC, only to eventually  pass away a few weeks later from the injuries sustained. Writing  took a back seat for a while, because no words could suffice, and no emotion would sustain the depth of what I felt. . especially when sometimes, the most unexpected memories would be what would make me miss him the most.


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There is a  question that bothers the  cuckoo bananas out of me :

“What kind of writer are you?”

“huh?”

“Like, you know..what do you write?”

just for reading, everyone gets cupcakes. don't lick the screen.

“Everything”

“oh”

At this point , the person who has asked me this loaded query has  regretfully pulled out his/her phone to pretend to text anyone- maybe even the MovieFone guy-and avoids eye contact with me till I say something like, “Oh but you know,  I write like…”Harry Potter” meets “Sex and the City” kinda stuff, except Harry is Carrie and his broom is made by Christian Dior and..and..wait, where are you going?”

Silly answer for a silly question to an unemployed writer.

How can  I answer such a question  when it can have so many answers?”Fiction, with a little bit of my real life experiences mixed in with imagination, passion–that’s the kind of writer I am.”

So, with this blog- I decided it would be interesting to take it in a couple of different directions.  You won’t log on here to find daily musings  about how my love life is in the pits, or how my mom is annoyed that I once again used her clean socks instead of mine, cause I didn’t want to sift through the laundry basket to find  a matching pair of my own.

Okay, maybe sometimes on the latter. Storytime is fun.

This blog is for free-thinking and observation. Be it about my adventures in conquering my first full marathon,job-hunting in a flat economy-food, books, music, and overall social life ( on and offline).

Of course, there will be the sway into  other topics as I see fit and entertaining- Miami life, politics, social commentary.

At most, it provides a venue for me to write, and get back into the practice of doing it more often.

Stay tuned.