My sincere thanks to Journie2Woman for this wonderful nomination. I truly appreciate the thought and the opportunity. If you have never checked out her fun yet honest and empowering blog, do visit her and stay a while. 🙂Read More »
I can’t thank Ana from Mom Life with Chiari enough for always thinking of me and my humble blog when it comes to awards, tags and nominations. If you haven’t visited her site, you are definitely missing out on solid life inspiration, beautiful nail art and some funny memes to boot! Be sure to drop by and peruse!Read More »
It is the most wonderful thing when a memory catches up with one unexpectedly. Maybe it’s the balmy summer night air or maybe it’s the sight of a box of waffle ice cream cones that sat unopened on my kitchen counter top. But, I found myself pulled into a dance that took place half a lifetime ago.Read More »
“People talk sometimes of a bestial cruelty, but that’s a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel.”
~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky
News of late have just simply been upsetting and are beyond my ability to comprehend. I know that suffering is unavoidable, that unfairness exist in our lives. But, to see human cruelty so blatantly executed and even defended leave me reeling in disbelief and anger. Children so young were forcibly separated from their parents and put in cage-like confinements. To even try and justify that is obscene. As a mother, as a woman…no, as a mere human being, I am beyond horrified. Every day has been a test to the limit of our forbearance. The decision to halt the separation provides a slight relief but I brace myself for the uncertainty of tomorrow. Cruelty, after all, knows no bounds.
Tethered to despair
Fighting turmoil in dark void
To those who live with depression and are fighting to see the light, I sincerely wish you find much hope and love in your journey. Remember that you are brave, you are strong and you will triumph.
I was only in first grade and my mom had enrolled me in an after school English tutoring center. You may have guessed it from reading my posts but English is not my first language. My mom, eager to give me the best education possible, had inquired around and heard that this particular center was highly esteemed among parents.
The director of the center was a middle-aged woman who would always speak slowly and deliberately. Never one to raise her voice, she always appeared calm and composed. She would walk slowly too in her loose top and wide legged pants, making meaning of each step, as if radiating the aura of a sage. She was the recipient of the first memorable lie I ever told.Read More »