Valentine's Day. Val-en-tine's Day. Hallmark holiday. Flying baby in a diaper shooting arrow hearts day. I don't know, I'm very indifferent about this holiday.

You're in a public area waiting on line at a bank, riding the subway or hell sitting at a doctor's office looking to be seen, when a bright light from a neighboring cell phone grabs your attention. Your eyes wander to the kaleidoscope of images and why not? The light is sooooo inviting. A flip book of images ranging from cute to inappropriate photos scroll across the screen.  As you take a peak, a striped orange candy is matched and the row bursts into confetti. Poetry of anger and joy fill thought bubbles on the screen. You lock your eyes with the carrier who shares an expression of "What are you looking at". Your phone! I'm looking at your phone! Don't act all shy now. I already saw every family, weekend night out, xxx-rated photos on your phone. How did you miss the power up to swap with the striped purple candy? You could've won, what were you saving it for? If you didn't want me and every Patron that sits next to or hovers over you to see the contents of your phone, change the brightness on the screen or try some restraint. I mean, how important is it that you verbally assault the person on the other line after aggressively typing hate you texts? So no, I'm not sorry for being nosy, 'cause obviously, you wanted an audience or a witness to your action.  So suck it!

Everyone knows that death is inevitable, but you don't dwell much on it (or maybe you do). The concept of death is as complicated as the concept of living, in that you are accustomed to seeing and talking to someone every day or week, but it doesn't cross your mind that this could be the last time. Recently my family and I have gone through a personal loss and even though it's been a week or so since my Great Grandmother has died, its hitting everyone one differently at different times. So this isn't going to be about how short life is or how you should live for the moment or sharing family memories. No, this is me sharing my ramblings/reflections on death. So...

It's Easter.  Its that time of the year when we realize we are truly in the season of Spring. It doesn't look much now, but during this time flowers bring life to dullness of the city, pastel colors fill store fronts and hard boiled eggs. What Easter also brings is an answer to a question that most don't seem to understand. What do bunnies and eggs have to do with Easter?!