Anna M. Aquino

A few weeks ago I thought that going grocery shopping on a Friday night was a good idea.  I’m not sure what possessed me to think this.  In the future I may avoid Friday night shopping like a plague.  After my kids were done with their piano lessons we went to three stores.  In a frazzled moment in the checkout line I realized I had forgotten to get bread crumbs and parmesan cheese that I needed for a recipe I was making.  But all is well, I thought, I’ll get them at my next stop.  OK, so I’ve been in this wacky season of still transitioning and nothing is the normal to me.  I found myself at my last stop overwhelmed by the amount of people in the store, and lost because nothing in this particular store was where I thought it should be located.  My youngest daughter and I started making a chant up about “All I want is Parmesan Cheese and Bread Crumbs.”  I stopped three different employees of this store and none of them seemed to care I w...

            On Saturday night I had a dream.  While parts of this dream I have yet to understand I thought I’d share part of it for the sake of this blog.  I was at a church conference of some kind.  It wasn’t a church I recognize though there were various people that I know there.  The conference had seemingly been a very great experience.  However suddenly in the last group session I began to notice something didn’t seem quite right.  In the final main session I walked into a sanctuary type main room.  I was looking for Dan but he wasn’t there.  There were no normal seats available so I pulled out a couple handicapped seats.  As the mass of people sat down, I looked up on a balcony.  I saw a machine gun open fire to the crowd.  People all around me were dying but they weren’t really calling out.  I looked around and it was only me and a few people still in the chairs...

               WARNING:  To all who read this, this is a total random blog today. Welcome to the inside musings of my mind.                    Today is always a day of reflection and contemplation for me. It was 14 years ago that God moved my husband and me across the country to Florida.  We lived there for 13.5 years.  It’s been 5 months that we’ve been back in Ohio, and I know without a doubt both moves in those individual seasons were the in the right place at the right time for our lives.  I guess I set this day up as a memorial in my walk.  I had been a part of leaps of faith in my walk with Christ before this one, but somehow that one 14 years ago was one of the defining moments of my life.  I have no regrets to either.                    ...

            A few weeks ago my youngest and I were in a grocery store parking lot and there was a guy in a car with the windows rolled down smoking a cigarette. His car happened to be parked right next to mine. The whole scene looked like something out of a 1970’s street movie because there was smoke billowing coming out of the car.  My youngest shares something with most outspoken children; she has no filter for these things.                           Loudly as she walked over to our car she exclaimed, “Mommy!  That man is smoking!”  As if she was the damsel in distress in a cheesy 1950’s horror movie.  Maybe I’m exaggerating a tad but it certainly felt like it.  Sure I’m glad she knows that smoking is bad for the health of people, however I wanted to crawl into my trunk and close the door at that moment....