As I grow older, I find it difficult to ignore the gnawing thought that when I was a little girl of 5, I was given away to live with my mother's childless uncle and his wife who, at that time, had already a throng of relatives living with them, which was not an unusual way... Continue Reading →
5 minutes on the timer is set. Here's my 5-minute gratitude before I call it a night. I thank God for waking me up and for keeping my family safe throughout the night, and for allowing us to experience the beauty of the day. I am grateful for my job because it allows me... Continue Reading →
I find cooking and baking meditative and that is usually when I would think. Introspection and beef stew. Both taste good with wine. Contemplation and cookies. Both taste good with tea.
Oh, the simple joys of motherhood! As we were getting ready for bed last night, my little kindergartner was beaming with pride. He said, "We are learning Grade One script in school, Mom." *29April2010
smoked dry moose meat fills my senses with memories of home. when my mother would sweep the yard of dry twigs and crinkly leaves and gather them all up in one huge heap under the mango tree . then she would dig a tiny hole in the bottom of the pile with her wrinkled hands-... Continue Reading →
The definition of poetry can be as complex as a poem itself. There seems to be no definite and concrete description of poetry the same way as a poem does not have an exact and precise interpretation. It is all in the experience, in the way a person looks at images and meanings that a poem... Continue Reading →