Today’s thought is a reflection on a familiar and loved image and saying. This tiny little kitty looks at her reflection and sees a mighty tiger. When I was a little girl, I was a shy timid little thing scared of people, hiding behind my mom’s skirts. I didn’t play much. My favorite pastime was…
Category: #mum
21 days of remembrance
As we begun May, I thought I would do 21 days of remembrance for mom because somehow, somehow, someway, I, we, our family is making it to five years since mom moved from this realm to the next one. Such pretty words, aren’t they? Moved from this realm to the next, passed on, transitioned on…
Three wishes
They come in threes don’t they? Those proverbial wishes from the proverbial genie in a bottle. Okay I know I just repeated the word proverbial in the same sentence 3 words apart. And compounded the blunder by doing it yet again. This is the proverbial train wreck of paragraphs. OMG, I did it again! Jeez,…
The nightmare that wasn’t
Awakening found me this morning in one those rarest of dreams. A nightmarish dream that I wanted to remain in. As with many dreams, it was all over the map. It was the spiders that turned the dream into a nightmare. Ugh, creepy crawlies!! I hate them. And I know what you are thinking. What…
Using humor while grieving
All through summer, fall and winter, my timeline has had memories of me being at home, going home, returning from home again and again. Almost everyday has had a memory related to home. It has been heart warming to see these memories (even though the memories are tinged with varying hues of melancholy). They remind…
3 years, 7 months and 17 days later..
years, 7 months and 17 days later..
Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom
We never knew my mom’s actual birthday date so I long ago picked a date. The coolest date I could think of. 10/10 Brief history lesson: the scramble for Africa did not care that Africans had their own belief and governing systems, traditions, customs, artefacts, celebrations. Nope, none of that mattered/ matters, not when the…
Sunday Thoughts
I love Sundays When we were kids, Sundays were for attending mass and then coming home to special meals cooked by mom. In boarding school, Sundays were for visits from mom with chapatis, chips, cake!! Every single Sunday! She never missed a single Sunday In University, Sundays were for calling mom. I never missed a…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 