It was the year 1890, the month was March and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip, but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held … More I Was Here
A true story… The room appeared slanted, like all the lines that framed the room were off, just enough to let you know, something was not right. And the only light came from high above, through a small rectangular window. The light, filtering through the darkness in shifts of unsettling, monochromatic, grays. The only furniture, … More The Room
Traditions are our roots and a profile of who we are as individuals and who we are as a family. They are our roots, which give us stability and a sense of belonging – they ground us. Lidia Bastianich I can remember a time, when I was around seven, I couldn’t figure out where my … More Where do you find your strength?
I am wretched, or so I believed. grace could not be found at the bottom of anything. So, I began to gather enough feathers to make some wings. I began to test them, try their strength. But you would soon give chase and tear at me. Tossing my pieces out to the wind. Though bruised … More Fly
Let us have a chat. Why not? The air is nice, the sun is out, there is a babbling brook near by. And the wind will be warm, as it softly touches our cheek and races on. It can be anywhere. Perhaps you prefer a mountain trail, or the cool damp of sand between your … More Take a walk with me