Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
a simple Namaste-style salute that says “You’re weird. But, gosh, so are all of us!”
It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
I finally let up the espionage to take a walk along the beach. She called back at me “Lady, you dropped something”.
Now, as the beneficiary of a lovely Catholic convent education (With a tonn of experience of telling fibs inside the Confessional. Judge not!),
Guess what? I have the very vaguest recollection of something said to me on the day I was born. I Continue reading
My prayer that morning was a simple one : I asked that the same one that made the waves, the same one that made my sad heart, would hold my mother in tenderness as she traveled back “home”.