But well as it happens, here I am with ample time on my hands and in a I-Gotta-Get-My-Shit-Together mood, I am paying a little more attention. Also, without an ongoing income, I am more conscious of my spending habits.
Category: #2020
See their Grief
The other day I wrote of how the wind rattling my window blinds and the rays of dawn reminded me of early morning phone calls from my mom. And how I missed those calls so much and how I so missed her. But really many, many moments on any random day do that. Any grieving…
A Poem from Late 2019: Not Afraid of Coronavirus
Like most of us, I was way wrong about the virus, thinking it would be a local virus in China and not a worldwide pandemic, But this was back in December 2019. What is quite ironic though, for me, is , how stifled and chocked we were already feeling by the charged political landscape by the end of 2019; and how tragic the culmination of that super charged, over politicized (and dare I say it) radicalized landscape has been. Tuesday was deeply disturbing and saddening. Not sure where we go from here, how as a nation we recover.
A Gentler Grief
There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…
A Gentler Grief
There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 