On this morning of my surgery to remove the Melanoma, I woke up to Chris Tomlin’s song “Nobody Loves Me Like You” on my heart. It serves as a great reminder that He who has created this day and given me the breath to live it, loves me more than anyone and in a wayContinue reading “Oh, What a Song to Sing”
They stood on the banks of a pond, fishing lines in the water. “This is not what I was expecting when you told me you wanted to teach me mindfulness,” she said to her friend. “Being still comes in many forms,” he replied. Upon hearing those thought provoking words, I paused the show, and theContinue reading “Being Still”
The words on the other end of the phone call were not what I expected to hear. Everything had led me to believe that it wasn’t anything to worry about. Yet, there I stood, cell phone in hand, learning another lesson in the agony of unmet expectations. I was caught off guard and I feltContinue reading “Another Battle to Fight”
As I was driving to work yesterday, the radio DJ asked this question: “If happiness was a scent, what scent would it be for you?” This was a great question! It is amazing to me how the power of a certain scent can invoke a memory, taking you back to a specific time or place.Continue reading “SWEET PERFUME”
This piece is dedicated to my dad, the world’s greatest soccer coach and to all the members of that wonderful team of misfits back in 1985 – Paradise Valley Sting.
On January 29, 2020, I renewed my library card. That was the last day I had set foot into the library. It closed shortly after due to Covid-19. As the days went on, I found myself missing my more than once weekly trips to this beautiful establishment. No longer could I linger at one ofContinue reading “MY SACRED SPACE”
We are a syzygy – connected by experience, aligned by pain our hearts hold. Now we float, in the only realms we can understand. Life on earth, is a distant memory.
I spent every childhood summer at my grandmother’s house, the house my father grew up in. It’s a small, but charming house which sits just across the banks of Lake Oneida, or as my family and I affectionately call it, “Grandma’s Lake” in Bridgeport, New York. Every year we would travel from wherever we wereContinue reading “WRITTEN MEMORIES”
It’s July 1. I created a tradition for myself where I spend the month of July working on my Dad’s stories for him posthumously. I also step out of my own comfort zone and work on stories that he would enjoy. It’s always an emotional process for me, but one I look forward to eachContinue reading “Writing in Loving Memory”