Writing has always saved me. Words have been my lifeline for as far back as I can remember. They have pulled me out of the deepest pit, they have been the light that pierce through the darkest of nights. After my father was buried on an April day in 1981, I couldn’t cry for a … Continue reading Words Heal
How wonderful to share the highs and lows, the losses and joys with someone whom you grew up with, someone whose known you all your life and with whom you have a shares history because you grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, knew the same people growing up, and even speaks the same dialect that you do!
The Velveteen Rabbit is a beautiful tale that must be read by children and adults, especially those among us who are on the verge of empty-nesting or are already there. The mid-life years, the phase in between creating a nest and emptying it is like a transition period from becoming parents to becoming real. You love until it hurts, you remain strong because you have children who depend on you, and so you cannot break.
Around this time each year, I get a little giddy at the prospect of turning a year older. Better that than sulking about one's age right? After all, not everyone is given the gift of growing older. And so I count my blessings everyday, more so when a birthday is fast approaching.
