The loss. Your loss. Our loss. My loss. Your pain scares me. It rattles my speech, takes shots at my composure, and turns me into a cold stranger. Your pain, a pain that I cannot fathom, cannot usurp, cannot wear, becomes a wall between us.  Fear keeps me away. Fear makes me avert my focus.… Continue reading Loss and fear and pain and friendship

Last week, I started a new job after searching and interviewing for many months, for many positions and across a number of different fields. As sometimes happens, life was on my side, and I landed up in a job that not only uses some of my more marketable skills, but it also crosses paths with… Continue reading Old people know how to do stuff.

My life is not easy. It never has been. I’ve always had challenges, reasons to whine, to complain. I’ve always yearned for the greener pastures over the fence. I’m human. My problems. Your problems. We all have them. And at one time or another, we are, each of us, overwhelmed by them. But then, look… Continue reading An unfiltered glimpse

This was a ridiculous week in America, one among many, but notable in that a viral video which captured the attention of every adult I know as well as every news channel and social media outlet in the country was one which my 18-year old son wouldn't even consider watching because he knew it was… Continue reading Like-mindedness

This is the third in this series. Sometimes the difference between unbearable heartache and simple gratitude is solely a change in attitude. When our oldest was a toddler and we were expecting our second child, one of my co-workers (a mother of 7 adult children) told me two things: First, your children will bring you… Continue reading Gifts from our children: The gift of motherhood