Category: Real Life

Broken Wings (I)

She was a painfully thin girl. That’s the first thing I remember about her. The rest of the things I remember have mashed together into

Standing On The Inside

This post evolved out of a post-length comment I inflicted on a beautiful, loving lady that almost all of us have read- and agreed with.

Sunday Morning: In Pictures

Every man is thrown, as it were, into a boisterous river of the activities of Nature. If he does not swim, if he tries to

Daughters and Sons

The hot topic yesterday was India’s Daughter. This post is my two cents. Not on the documentary but on the atmosphere the documentary created. I

A Piece Of Raw Ginger (Con)

It’s funny how, in this journey of life, even though we may begin at different times and places, our paths cross with others so that we may share our love, compassion, observations, and hope. This is a design of God that I appreciate and cherish.

~ Steve Maraboli

A Piece Of Raw Ginger (III)

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

~Emily Dickinson

A Piece Of Raw Ginger (II)

Continued from: A Piece of Raw Ginger (I) The storm of her grief shook us both as she clung to me, sobbing. I held her,

A Piece Of Raw Ginger (I)

It was still dark. The sun wasn’t out yet, though it was already past six in the morning. And it was cold; a chilly cold

Happy Sunday Morning

It was a Happy Morning this Sunday. The day started with a spectacular sunrise. Rushing to the terrace, camera at the ready, I pointed and

Dagny

Common Denominator

My son came home from school yesterday, peeved to bits. The manner in which he jerked off his shoes after plonking himself on a handy

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