Meg Lagares
Bio
Person of many talents; Actor, Vocal talent, Writer, Mom
Stories (10/0)
Gracie
Hi. Let me introduce myself. I’m Gracie. I am the second child. Aren’t we supposed to be the easiest? I guess I never got the memo. I am very particular in getting my way, all of the time. I honestly should have been an only child. I was in a foster home until I was one, and then I was adopted. Once I arrived, I immediately made sure everyone knew that I was in charge. My older brother, Charlie, was used to getting everything, but I put an end to that right away. I took his bone the first night. Who cares that he is a full breed and that I’m a mix? I needed to let him know right then and there, that the Queen has arrived.
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Petlife
Nope, just nope
It should never have happened. My mother is in memory care, in a nursing home. She has Alzheimer’s. That is a horrible disease. She will actually die from it one day. One day, her brain will forget how to swallow food. She will forget who I am, she will forget her beloved grandchildren, she will forget herself. I have accepted these facts. But I can’t accept the fact that someone brought Covid 19 into her protected bubble. Nope, I can not accept that.
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Families
Super Bowl LV
Hello 2021. As we are realizing much hasn’t changed since we said good-bye to 2020 just a couple of months ago. Do we even remember where we were celebrating last year’s Super Bowl? I’m sure I was hosting a Super Bowl party at my house. I usually do a Super Bowl party at home, because, let’s face it; it’s on a Sunday night and it starts at 6:30 pm and my pjs are very close by once the champagne starts flowing in the locker rooms.
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Feast
Thank you
Twenty-three years. Some of you reading this aren’t even that old. That is how long I was married before we got divorced. Twenty-three years, although we were together for at least 25 total. More than half of our lives. People would say, “I’m sorry” when you’d tell them you were getting divorced; like it was a failure. It was never a failure. Twenty-three years is a success. Things happen, people grow and not always together. I know we both grew; I know I grew in a different, better direction for myself.
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Families
“Pay” Attention
On January 6, 2021, insurgents stormed the Capital. This is not new news. This is a fact. But what we are now learning about in the aftermath, is of the groups and the people that we may personally know or know of that were behind it. And how it was funded. This did not happen over night and most of these rioters did not have the means to leave their jobs mid-week, get an airline ticket last minute, pay for food and lodging, all on their own. Do you honestly think this money didn’t originate somewhere first?
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in The Swamp
Little Black Note Book
I couldn’t believe it. I mean does anyone who is a pre-teen really understand that their parents are going to get divorced? Unless maybe there is possible major abuse, which in my family there was none. It was just, Dad, Mom and 11 year old clueless, me. I was just going along in life thinking everything was fine and then, bam, Mom said we are moving out. Moving out? What does that even mean? Moving out of the only house I’ve ever known. My childhood home. Away from my neighborhood, away from my school, away from my friends. Who does this!?!
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Families
Giving Back
Two years ago I moved into a new neighborhood; a real back in time neighborhood. A place where the kids ride their bikes on the streets after school; a place where if you need a cup of sugar, you can go next door; a place where everyone pretty much knows everyone else and we always wave hello or stop to have a quick chat.
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Humans
Treasure
Growing up in the 70’s meant camping in the summers with my family. And I mean real camping, not “glamping” as people call it these days. We didn’t drive around in an RV visiting RV campgrounds. We pitched an Army surplus tent and all 6 us bedded down.We slept in sleeping bags, not on air-mattresses, so we always prayed there weren’t little (or big rocks) under us. And we learned to never touch the side of the tent if it was raining, because you’d get wet, for sure. Sounds terrible? It wasn’t. There was always a pond to fish in, a pool to swim in, and forests to roam. We cooked s’mores around the campfire and told stories. Often we went with other families so we had friends or we made friends with other camping families. We went to farms and learned how to milk cows and ride horses and just about every time we’d come home with a new barn cat.
By Meg Lagares3 years ago in Families