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Remembrance: Happy Father’s Day

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” Rumi

Inspiration: Happy Father’s Day… my light on the fearless path

You might not be here
But I know your spirit’s near
Each tear and smile … caught

Whenever I’m down
Your comforting light appears
Telling me: Be Strong!

Happy Father’s Day
My light on the fearless path
Guiding me each day

Each Father’s Day, I experience my father’s absence differently. Some years, the memories are wistful, and other years they are reflective. However, one thing remains constant and that is my gratitude for his influence on my life. I know we each come to this conversation with different stories, but, my prayer for each of us is that we will use our experience and memories of this precious relationship to make a positive impact on someone’s life. Happy Father’s Day to you and yours.

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Gratitude: Remembering Maya Angelou

” A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” Dr. Maya Angelou

Gratitude: Remembering Maya Angelou, RIP

Gratitude: Remembering Maya Angelou, RIP

On May 28, we lost a consummate renaissance woman and an inspiring influence to many of us. In her rich and varied lifetime, Dr. Maya Angelou wore many hats; she was a celebrated poet, memoirist, novelist, film/television producer, professor, actress, educator, dancer, dramatist/playwright, historian, filmmaker, gourmet chef and civil rights activist. She lived life with gusto and taught me, and I believe many of you, the beauty and power of words. When I heard news of her death, I was numbed into silence. I felt a deep sense of loss as Maya was a cherished mentor to me, albeit from afar; her writings and measured words always filled a creative gap in my spirit.


Letter To My Daughter

Whenever I needed a dose of unfettered truth and a touch of mirth, I would reach for Maya’s books and poetry. When she wrote Letter To My Daughter, and And Still I Rise, I felt her words speaking directly and personally to me. As a foreign student in the USA, her books gave me clear and intimate insights on the soci0-political milieu that formed the fabric of her stories. Her books offered a lens into the daily life and struggles of an African American woman and I soaked up every morsel of information they shared. So you can imagine the pain I’ve felt, and the difficulty I’ve had writing this note of gratitude to Maya Angelou.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block

“In the end, it all comes to choices to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.”  Amber Frey

Weekly Writing Challenge: LIfe Around the suburban Block. Emma came round to say hello!

Weekly Writing Challenge: LIfe Around The Suburban Block. Emma came round to say hello!

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block. Farm life thrives amid verdant meadows

I live in the suburbs. We’ve all heard the jabs and jokes about the sterility and paranoia of suburban life. Some of it is probably true, but all of suburban life isn’t picket fences, mowed lawns and lives of quiet desperation.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block

Weekly Writing Challenge: Life Around The Suburban Block – Local folk enjoy the quiet

I live in the suburbs. We do find ways to connect with each other, albeit briefly. You see, once the kids fly the coop and PTSA volunteer jobs fall to the wayside, unless you choose to stay connected with moms from the school years, life can become deadly quiet… But we do connect on the aqueduct, in town, at the train station, by the Hudson River, when a neighbor’s dog wanders into our yard or when word spreads that someone desperately needs help…

One day, Emma wandered into my yard and I left my home to find her owner. I was concerned. I called the cops. I walked to the end of the cul de sac. I found her owner and we connected; neighbor to neighbor. In my determination to find her owner, I crossed a thresh-hold of dead solitude and found a smiling face. Life around the suburban block has barriers, but we lift them when we have to.

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