I know the day will come // I know, and I fear it // I fear waking up knowing // that now, I walk alone.// How shall I live, then?
Lost and Found
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.
One
But if it is such, that life is one, we would be safe in inherently knowing the secret behind being alive.
To Lose A Child
"One day, I will cease to be and you will go on." We love our children so they can keep living long after we have swiveled out of this world. But life can throw our expected timeline for a loop. My grandmother, shown with her second son in this photo, was the mother and soul... Continue Reading →
To Love A Child
To love a child is to know love in its truest form, for it expects nothing in return. To love a child is to glimpse the truth that is intricately woven into the fabric of the universe, to get a peek of what it really means to exist, to bring into focus all that we... Continue Reading →
The Truth About Titanic (And My Valentine, Had We Celebrated)
"Women and children only, please. Stand back and let the women and children through!" Titanic, 15 April, 1912. The iceberg has ripped through the most gigantic passenger ship in history, whipping up the human cargo into a panic-stricken frenzy. There aren't enough life boats to go around. As the grim reality is slowly sinking in,... Continue Reading →
On Beauty: A Letter to my Daughters
Dearest daughters, You are so young, only five and two, and so blessedly contained inside the safe square that makes up your world. On the beach, you shed your clothes in seconds, concerned only with skipping to the water in as few steps as possible. When you get dressed in the morning, your main objective... Continue Reading →
Me, My Soul and Tolstoy: A Mother’s own Confession
During my own mind's most confused hours, long gone Tolstoy spoke to me from beyond his grave. I am his spirit forever grateful for sharing his own struggle and awakening in A Confession. I know the publication of the same resulted in his exclusion from the circles in which he moved, but having experienced the... Continue Reading →
The Echo of a Life: Tribute to a Friend and Mother who is No More
I once had a friend, but she is no more. Her presence left imprints in me and bettered my life at the time. As a child, she could organise her stuffed animals into elaborate social structures and families and play with me for hours. As a teenager, she explored black mascara and lipstick with me... Continue Reading →
The Miracle of Child
On my most forgetful days, I catch myself staring at my children wondering how they could possibly come out of nothing. Pregnancy nausea, heavy belly loads, overdue due dates, marathon births and post-partum recovery are parked at the very lowest level of my consciousness as I marvel at the miracle of life. Sharing a particularly... Continue Reading →
On Mama's Mind 