Writing comes easy to me. I started writing when I was 9. I wrote a poem about a Tiger. I got Continue reading
List after list
Deadline after deadline
But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
Dear Kids Whilst no parent has all the answers and whilst this mama is constantly, still learning, know this for Continue reading
a simple Namaste-style salute that says “You’re weird. But, gosh, so are all of us!”
And I bet you’ve dipped in and out of books, religion, dark incense clouded rooms and travel in a quest to closer to the “answers”. We all have!
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”.