There we were, sitting in our favorite restaurant, discussing the absolute, wonderful joy of a recently viewed singsong matinee. Dad, Brother, Sister and I, seriously filled to the rim with happy.

I heard her in the background, despite the many chatters of the people around me. Her voice, gruff and rough, her question, soft and sincere. Walking from table to table, bartering with patrons.  M&Ms. Would anyone care to buy some Peanut M&Ms to help her sickly daughter … ?

I pulled out my cash before she even asked. “Sure, here ya go …”


& that’s when it hit me.

I’m a sucker.

For a fundraiser.
For a good cause.
For a down on your luck sob story.
For a ‘hey buddy, can you spare a dime ..’
For ‘only ten dollars more and we will hit our goal’
You name it …
I’ll believe it.


My family has known this simple fact for a very long while and have recently registered me in a ‘Gullible Protection Program’.
I’ve often heard them mutter ‘Hide Mom!” at tailgates and such when the money seekers are out seeking.
I must have a big pointer over my head that flashes “PICK ME” though.
Those seekers surely find
& I always hand over my quarters.

That’s why I hope to win the lottery one glorious day.
So I can give it allllllll away.

Family and friends ?
Man oh man, you will be sitting pretty !
And when I am completely satisfied that all your dreams have come true, I will move on to those strangers in need.
Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Yep. Yep. Because I can. I sooooooo can !!

But … um … don’t go getting those hopes up too high, my peeps.
I’ve often heard you have to play the lottery to win the lottery.
uh huh.


A sucker.
That’s what I am.
That’s what I will always be.
So if you happen to have a box full of chocolate, fundraising candy bars, call me.

Oh & go see Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.

You’ll laugh.

You’ll cry.

You’ll thank me later.



I Am My Feelings