Each one of us has a gift. Maybe not on the scale of Shakespeare, Milton or Mozart, but one must never compare one's gifts to another... that is the first law of freedom.Read More
Supposing this; everything material and idealistic that you personally desire can be attained. What will this feel like as we sit upon our quixotic mountaintop? Will we look out at the world and say “Aha! I have arrived!!” or will we look across the valley and see another mountain to climb?Read More
There is a magic 8 ball on my daughter's desk. I shake it and ask if I will be able to write tonight? "Outlook Good" it says.. and so I click clack away at the keyboard in an effort to throw the dust off my heart. Things have been good here but hard...Read More
When I locked eyes with him and saw the chalky line of the tear stain down his brown cheek, I felt the pain in his soul. Handing him the five dollar toll, I only had a few seconds to communicate that my heart hurt for him.Read More
A circle is miraculous. And I cannot help but see the the undeniable correlation between the quantitative mathematical certainties of nature to my life, as well as yours. I have always seen my life as circular, coming from a point of innocence and traversing and radiating in many different directions that equated to the same place.Read More
The first day of a new semester is always nerve racking, exciting, and full of possibilities. Who doesn’t love the unknown, especially when 23 of 24 hours of your day is predictable? Today as I walked on campus for the first time this semester I felt strangely out of my own body. Time froze as I stood in the midst of all the young bodies, full of anticipation as they rushed in herds to their classes, chatting excitedly, and walking purposefully.Read More
A long time ago, when my daughter was so little that she was just a bundle of turbulence and fun, I met a camp counselor at her school, named Ariyana. I remembered her name because she reminded me of a princess, and she always had the biggest smile on her beautiful face.. no matter what the kids were doing.
Time stopped. One of them said, "Don't fight" The other one said, "Don't fight." I looked at them.. thought of my husband and said, "How?" Linda looked at me through her steely blue eyes and even slightly bent over she commanded, "Just walk away, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans what you have to say but it stays with you forever."
The day had simply reduced me to tears as I looked around at the destroyed house with mounds of pee-stained laundry and dirt that the puppy keeps tracking in. The weird thing was that I haven't out- loud cried for a while.Read More