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
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.