Don’t go to Brussels, they said. My trip to Brussels and other cities across Europe in the shadow of global upheaval has taught me to be brave. Vibrant bohemian Brussels was nothing I expected and wonderfully surprising. Fear is a thief. It steals your hopes, dreams, and ambitions. My life and world view are vastly richer for having traveled. My eyes are open and I see that life is for the living and wasted on the timid (maybe not wasted...but you know what I mean). So here g

Should I care that the Kardashians are trending today? I hope not, because I don’t. I often feel harassed by social media, and the constant need of others for me, to be connected. I put my cell on airplane mode at night, and put distance between my phone and me during the day. The amount of reprimand I receive for this act of defiance is...unexpectedly nuts. It would be refreshing to live a life less connected. Unfortunately, I find myself lately falling in line with the h

Your baby is cute and all but I don’t need to hold him. I’m always amazed and mildly alarmed when people assume that I (a stranger) want to hold their newborn baby. I feel compelled to make it known before I proceed, that I am not a baby hater. I am just not the type that is eager to hold your newborn. Is that judgment I feel coming through my pc screen? My trepidation probably stems from the fact that I feel a huge weight of responsibility for a human, that can’t hold up

I am very shy until my fingers connect with a karaoke mic. My singing abilities are basic at best and questionable otherwise. Is this reason enough to deprive the world of my vocal renderings? A few of you just said yes out loud. Recently, an autistic little boy asked if I was rich. We had never met before, and I was taken aback by the question until I observed his disposition. My first thought after that was, I wish I was as ‘free’ as he appeared. To say exactly what is

I have a dirty little secret to confess. My name is Biglittlewrites and I have a big laugh that borders on being obnoxious. I have journeyed to parts unknown in my inner being, searching for a refine acceptable laugh. Unfortunately, that odyssey proved to be an elusive endeavor. Once upon a time I even fake laughed for a few months...that almost killed me. So...I’ve made an important decision. I will LOL for the rest of my life because I do not possess the ability to l.o