Take some time today to reflect on the best moments, those picture perfect postcard ones then gather up all the imperfect, dysfunctional, not ready yet times over the past Thanksgiving holiday.  

Those snapshots we tend to hide away in our little shoebox or toss into the circular file of our private lives.  We only share and celebrate with the public or even our friends, family, social media, lovers, partners, and spouses the best of the best.  

Our well manicured nails, body, and lawns must match with our well manicured outer persona we choose to show those who we try so hard to impress.  

As if our self-worth is measured by our performance, financial accounts, or the glamorous life of having the ‘Play-Doh wife or husband’- as we bend and shape him/her into the perfect toy. 
Reality is a package deal of the good and bad, of the bad ass and the faceplant in this thing we call living with passion.  

As my late father would say, “Get real.” 


As a proud graduate of California State University, Chico with an earned BA degree in International Relations, Master of Arts degree in Public Policy, and a past study abroad participant at the University of Tuebingen, education has always been up front and center in both our family and my professional career. My blogging project is an eclectic work in progress and intended to increase global awareness through selections and stories of my studies and travels. As future global citizens we can seek first to understand one another through word pictures and engage our collective creative intellects to change our community; one blog at a time.

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