Here Lies Youth

"Hurry up, there isn't much time left." I have lived half my life. My thirtieth decade is slowly drawing to a close and if I am very lucky, I have about the same time left as that which I have already lived. So, dear Youth, what have I done with Act 1?

Never Mine, Ever Thine

I dream my stories. They are not mine. Stories make up the reward for me paying attention. I know that deep down, beyond the layers, no story is mine to keep. They are mine to share, so that they might be yours.

Emma Was Here

My gaze travelled downward, making out the letters ‘was here’. Someone had carved his or her name underneath my thumb but wear and tear had slowly erased it. I stared at it for a while before finding my keys and picking out the one with the sharpest edge. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was carve.

Gratia, Cosmos

Thank you, universe, for feeding me, nourishing me, loving me and showing me the grace of yet another day. Remembering my gratitude, I shall spread nothing but kindness and bow to my determination to let my corner of the universe flourish. I start and end the day with kindness, courage, compassion.

The Ghost of Mothers Past

Were it not for you, I would not be. How many humans are that to me? Sometimes, I have found the path to forgiveness easier to walk than living with the thorns that got caught in my skin. A mother is a mother is a mother, to yet another. Time immemorial will tell this tale,... Continue Reading →

My Sister’s Keeper

When all else fails, and I quiver, you remain in my psyche. For all that I fear, you have conquered, and through it all, soul sister, you walked with grace.


In the warm glow of her child's affection, every mother's face radiates the kind of beauty actually worth sharing with the world.


But if it is such, that life is one, we would be safe in inherently knowing the secret behind being alive.

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