Stories have a silent, powerful impact on our lives, emotions, and actions. I found myself ugly-crying at a series I was led…
If you haven’t seen an anomaly or difference, how do you know it’s different and NOT defective?
This is another installment of my introspective journey after my second stroke, as described here.
Shhh. Silence is golden. I find it more like onyx than gold. Onyx is reflective and shows its imperfections easily, whether it be a smudge, a scratch, or dullness…
I made it to 31 barely. This could’ve been a posthumous reflection from another dimension but as of May…
I sat across the table from my play auntie ( A close and dear family friend, so she’s family), explaining how my values and understanding of my life just solidified after my stroke. I found it easier to mute the noise and filter out the essential things in my life.
Call it capitalism, individualism, or what have you. Our society thrives on your…