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
Category: Real Life
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.
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
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
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
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
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,
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
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
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
Connect with me!
Subscribe via Email
Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 1,954 other subscribers.