About rkpaulus

Writer. Mom. Wife. Basketball coach. Lover or all things chocolate. Winner of bubble gum jar! Grace is my oxygen.

When I get a Tattoo…

Posted on February 21, 2012 by rkpaulus

I’m no sports announcer, but I love to scream. Especially at a basketball game. I’m loud when the Bull’s play, but even louder when my girls are running the floor. I coach so I can scream. As hubby’s assistant coach this year, he has actually banned me to the bleachers during the games. He says I scream too loudly, making it impossible for him to think. And I thought I was easily distracted.

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Cobb Salad, the Soweto Gospel Choir, and my Writer Mom

Posted on February 18, 2012 by rkpaulus

“Is there an oil that starts with the letter ‘C’?” My mother-in-law asks me the other day during a visit.

“Huh?” I’m not following.

“I’m writing a story, and I can’t recall the oil that starts with a ‘c’”

“Canola.” That was easy.

My second mom, hubby’s mom, is a woman I love dearly. We call her Amma.

She wears white Reeboks year round, layers like there’s no tomorrow, and drinks hot water when she’s thirsty.

And the funny thing is, she’s a writer. Continue reading →

Calling all Lin-derellas!!

Posted on February 16, 2012 by rkpaulus

Married or not, if you’re an Asian living in New York, you know you have a crush on our boy Jeremy Lin. I mean come on, when’s the last time you saw the definition of arms like that on an Asian man. Every Asian guy out there is doing push-ups right now, now that they know they have competition. Continue reading →

First Michael, Now Whitney…

Posted on February 13, 2012 by rkpaulus

I’m driving my four year old Sarah and eight year old Lydia to school a few days ago and this is what I hear from the back of the car:

Sarah: “I’m so happy I’m not dead, because I love going to school soooooo much!”

Lydia: “Well, you know you’re gonna die soon.”

Me: “Lydia! Don’t say ‘soon!’”

Lydia: “Well, okay, maybe not soon. But mom, we’re all gonna die someday.” Continue reading →

My Valentine’s Playlist

Posted on February 9, 2012 by rkpaulus

I love music.

So I married a deejay. Most people know hubby as a DR. but, I assure you, he was D.J. long before the R showed up. Hey, my name starts with R. But it’s not all about me.

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“What’s Love Got to Do…Got to Do With it?”

Posted on February 8, 2012 by rkpaulus

Tote Bag that folds into Itself!

Love is simple.
Love is action.
The feeling of love is transient at best.
The residue of love is temporary.
Or is it?
Is there a way to love that makes a long lasting impact on the one you love?

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Know Me…Know My Story

Posted on February 5, 2012 by rkpaulus

I have a hearing problem. This diagnosis has nothing to do with my ears and everything to do with my mind. I often hear things that I prefer to hear. And I now know that I’m not alone. Studies, according to Dr. Ozpra Lettergeneres, show… Continue reading →

Roses are D-RED!

Posted on February 2, 2012 by rkpaulus

I didn’t know I loved basketball. Until one day in fifth grade, two semi-coordinated students were chosen to train with the middle school team in my hometown of Windsor, Ontario. My best friend J. and I were those two students. Neither of us knew how to dribble or shoot, but we were fairly tall for our age, and the coach saw potential and gave us a chance. I’m not sure how far J. took her balling career, because she moved away before we started high school.

The peak of my career occurred in eighth grade when my team unanimously chose me for captain that year. I anticipated a few passes, cut the lanes, and hit my lay-ups. Pretty consistently. Plus I got along with everyone on the team. I never did the click thing, until I was forced into a click of non-clickers by the clickees who excluded me. Continue reading →

Home Remedies That You Actually Find at Home

Posted on February 2, 2012 by rkpaulus

I’ll admit from the get-go—I’m no Martha Stewart, but I do have a home remedy or two in my back pocket that has saved me in a pinch. I learned most of these from my sister-in-law and her mom who have a long list of tried and tested homemade solutions for just about anything. I racked my brain for my top ten, then realized I could only think of five. That just goes to prove that I won’t be writing an Encyclopedic volume on this topic, but I think I can manage one little blog post. So here goes: Continue reading →