My Father’s Eyes

I have nothing tangible that belonged to my father. They are all in my mother’s and brother’s possession. But when I look into the mirror each day, I see my father so clearly. I have his eyes, I have his nose. No one can ever take that away from me. My father died in 1981,…

Childhood Grief and the Harry Meghan Interview

I didn’t get to see the actual interview, but I’ve read the blow by blow accounts in The NY Times and here are my thoughts from the perspective of someone who knows childhood grief well. There was grief all over the page in this interview. Un-processed grief over the sudden, tragic and early death of…

Kintsugi and Me

Stronger in the broken places It took me a long time to learn and appreciate how much stronger and more beautiful we are in all our broken places. Today, I received this beautiful black bowl which was part of @raymondlauchengco ‘s “Unbroken” series. Raymond has mastered the art of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of putting…