Like most people I grew up believing that home was the place where I spent my childhood. It was home. It was where my parents lived, including other family members. And I used to think that it was always going to be 'my' home. I couldn't phantom calling another place my home. It wasn't until… Continue reading What is home?
I know as people start to get older they are less ready to reveal their age. I thought about it and I figured that I am way too happy not to share. I believe that I was given an opportunity to live up to this point in my life where many things have taken place.… Continue reading Number Forty-seven
There has been something on my mind that I couldn't seem to get out. It wasn't until yesterday that I finally figured out what it was, but I got too tired to write. I never like writing when I'm tired because for me, I end up not liking what I wrote. So after some rest… Continue reading What have we come to?
Well, I'm on a train and I'm headed down to granny town. The day has come. It's official!! I am going to be a grandmother. To be honest, I don't think it's quite kicked in yet for me. Maybe it takes time? I don't know I haven't been a grandmother before. All my family or… Continue reading Granny Town
On Children Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.… Continue reading On Children by Khalil Gibran