The Messenger

“The owl,” he was saying, “is one of the most curious creatures. A bird that stays awake when the rest of the world sleeps. They can see in the dark. I find that so interesting, to be mired in reality when the rest of the world is dreaming. What does he see and what does he know that the rest of the world is missing?”

― M.J. Rose, Seduction


Margaret Roach Wheeler, Chickasaw, “The Messenger” (The Owl) cape and headpiece, Mahotan Collection, 2014. Peabody Essex Museum

Cinco de My Flo

Well, it’s official. Flo has been “away” for a year. And while I’m happy that a majority of you love Mexican food, margueritas, and your mothers, I can’t help but be reminded through a barrage of Facebook posts that today sucks more for me than it does for you. The only silver lining?

1. Got a call from Judy Josephs today. I didn’t answer the phone, mostly because I don’t really feel like talking to anyone today. Turns out, she left me a voicemail telling me how proud she is of how far I’ve come. And while it didn’t sound like Flo, it felt like she was the one saying it. You see…Judy nominated me for my high school’s Hall of Fame and has had my resume for over a week. I even saw her last night. But I didn’t get a “message” until today.

2. My assistant found me hiding in my office and said she was thinking of me and a story or two I’ve shared since Flo passed. She then hands me a box, which I open. Inside is the handmade wood plaque pictured above. 5515. Well hello Flo!

5515, the day she passed.
5515, the first license plate I see the next morning.
555, our street address number.
5, the gold balloon on my first birthday without her.

Love you mumsy. Happy Mother’s Day. See you at the crossroads. ❤

Your Little Bushkas.

Were you raised by mimes?


Well apparently I was…

After realizing I had all but pressed my face up against the glass as I picked out burrito toppings at Comida Mexican. Sean, my faithful burrista (get it?), may have laughed when I realized my mistake but seriously…

Keep your hands of the f@cking glass people. Rude! Even if you were raised by mimes, it’s still unacceptable.

Touch that glass, and you may be denied the best burrito in Massachusetts. And that would mean… No burrito for you!

Consider yourself warned.

What is Passion?


Defining passion.

Perplexed after having been stumped by such an utterly simple question, I began to doubt myself and everything I had worked for up until this point. Realizing that I was at a crossroads in my career, I stepped back for a moment to look at the bigger picture.  Join me on a soul-searching journey of self discovery and the pursuit for my passion in my upcoming three-part blog series titled, “Finding Passion.” Stay tuned!

Laid Off and Laid Out

Mikki and Kitty

If you think unemployment is the cat’s pajamas…you’re wrong.

Well, aren’t we quite the pair? While I’m sitting at home laid off, Miss Kitty’s sitting here laid out! I’ve been busy preparing for the holidays and spending a lot of time with my family, but I have been working! In the next week, I’ll be releasing some new blog posts on my journey through unemployment. You’ll also be happy to know that I got around to putting my home office together (although now I have piles of paper to tackle!) and getting some new business networking cards printed. On the other hand, I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve caught myself sleeping until 11am a couple of days last week. And, I thought last Wednesday was actually Thursday…all day. Do you know how ridiculous you sound when you’re trying to prove Thursday is the 12th using a calendar with cats on it? That’s all fine and dandy, but all I proved was that Wednesday was still the 11th. I need a job…bad. In regard to the home front, Flo is doing as well. We had a small hiccup in her chemotherapy yesterday that allowed us to spend literally most of the afternoon doing blood tests and waiting. So job or no job, my work is never done!  I’m looking forward to Christmas, it’s also Flo’s birthday believe it or not. So, the best gift I can ask anyone to share is to appreciate the time you have to spend with your family. Have a great day and stay tuned for some new posts! I’ve been trying to figure out what my “passion” is… (Hint, hint!)

Find a penny, pick it up.

lucky penny

And all day you’ll have good luck.

It was a dreary day, and I was crossing the street to my car when I saw it staring heads up from the ground. I’m not necessarily superstitious. However, with all I’m going through at the moment, I thought it couldn’t hurt.  So, I stooped over for the penny, checked the  year, brushed the dirt off, and placed it securely in my right pocket. I needed all the luck I could get. It was a 1979 penny [my birth year], and it looked like it had been through a journey of its own.  Instead of staying inside of money-lined pockets, it had seen everything from the inside of a bank vault to the gutters of Boston Street and in between. It had, in fact, lost most of its shine; but, it had not lost its inherent value. And while it keeps its same value, this particular penny had become priceless in the lint-lined corner of my empty pocket. Now, off to Salem State University’s Career Services office, me and my penny. Time to work on a RE-employment strategy. Wish me luck!