My father passed away in November 2022. His loss came as a gust of harsh wind swept away the last lingering warmth of the sun. I remember his words during his illness: “Thank you for taking care of me 100%. Help your mother and sister…
No matter how one presents themselves to the world, no matter their appearance or their journey, there are always individuals who feel…
I grew up in France at a time when kids were still meant to be seen and not heard.
One month ago, I finally found the courage to press the Submit button for the first time.
You may have seen this tennis looking sport all over parks and/or social media and wanted to try…
After startling mid-life revelations followed by the sudden death of a dear friend, May’s life takes drastic…
Identification with your mind creates an opaque screen of concepts, labels, images, words, judgments, and…
A Poem —
You say,I got somethingin my eyes,and you sayI can’t see, butI can try.
This is part 2 of the story Journey Underground. For part 1 please check here.
a poem about dismantling a monument to my sadness
Why do some people want a selfie with a stranger?
No, not just any stranger but someone they have heard of and designated as famous. Singer, actor, racing…
Sometimes we drive ourselves crazy.
As a passionate book lover, my shelves have always been filled to the brim with a mix of physical and…
My colleagues. My friends. I want to wish each and every one of you a fantastic Father’s Day. My father gave me the gift of words. He taught me the love of writing and the written word. His father taught them to him.
This June, I wanted to share one of my favorite of his pieces. His words ring as beautiful today as they did…
The “Secret” is the LOBBY!!!
My Way
“The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.” ― Kurt Vonnegut