Every now and then a person needs to make some changes and these changes seem to follow major life events. I find myself reflecting back on the past few years, seeing where I was in the various moments, what I loved about it, what I didn't like about it, and what I would do differently. … Continue reading Oil Changes, Pile Driving & Social Media
The sun sets. The sun rises. So begins another day.
Last weekend I spent time with my kids while on vacation when the Charlottesville tragedy happened. Today I finally sat down and went through all the tagged media and news articles that I could find. Somewhere between the lines, is truth. There are people out there that know more about what's happening than I do … Continue reading A Man Whose Name Isn’t George
When I tell you that life to this point was relatively bordering on the mundane I would be lying to you. My life has been known to be a seesaw of events. But this day I would say tops them all. I'm not sure my bestest of friends would agree as they have a better … Continue reading A Series of the Most Unfortunate Events and Jezebel the Witchdog Pt2
Part one of a two part story. Before I continue on in my adventures In India and meeting Mahdi in the airport, I must go back in time to two years ago. Little did I know that the weekend's events would end so terribly but how it would challenge my fears and prejudices just a few short months later when I met a man far across the seas from another world. This weekend has had a lasting impact on myself, my family's life and set the underlying tone when I first met Mahdi online through mutual contacts on social media. To this day, it marks as one for the history books in the journey of Jennel.
The aisles were congested and the air was thick with humidity and what I guessed was human day old sweat - as most planes tend to be when boarding a long haul flight like this. I was tired and exhausted and not really looking forward to the next eight hours to my final destination … Continue reading 36B Shanghai to Delhi
Divorce is a veiled monster who grazes on green pastures, over there, on the other side. Waiting. Waiting. Gone. They say, "Kids are resilient and brilliant. Soon they won't know what's different." Waiting. Waiting. Gone. Memories that would be and memories that won't be, linger in "what ifs?" and "should be's." Waiting. Waiting. Gone. Forgotten … Continue reading Waiting. Waiting. Gone.