Back to My Roots

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my roots. A thick, complex weave of cultures, nations and bloodlines-I ¬†feel myself discovering new things about myself every day. My Pakistani side is quite obvious from my looks but my mother’s genes seem to creep up...

That One Time I Got Addicted to Antibiotics

My body is under attack and my phagocytes don’t know what to do about it. Honestly they have been thoroughly useless to me since the 1980’s. At even the first glimpse of a harmful infection they pack up, move out of town or huddle together in a corner...

The Blue Hens of Russel C

They say the best way to write your own blog is to get inspired by reading the blogs of others. I have to admit I have become a little bit of a blog junky. Who knew there were so many eloquent, witty, remarkably hilarious people in this world? Can we be friends in my...

5 Things I Loved As A Kid That I Still Love Now

1. A Nice Big Bear Hug Sometimes when I feel down all I need is a nice big hug. See personally, I prefer bear hugs, the more you squeeze the more I like. And there is something about a hug that makes all other worries in the world disappear. 2. Vanilla Ice...

Confessions of a Shoe Whore

Take me away now and lock me up, because I am guilty. Guilty, guilty, guilty. I am a no-lie, absolute fiend, crack head addict for shoes. I don’t even know where the addiction started but I believe it began in the era of Spice Girls, girl power, and ridiculously...