Being gullible on EasterI miss Dad the most during Holy week every year and the thing I miss the most, is something I used to dislike as a child.Apr 9, 2023Apr 9, 2023
WaitingIt’s a verb but it’s also a being. Like someone breathing, living, next to you. Most often in life we hate this other being. We detest…Dec 8, 2022Dec 8, 2022
The walks that made meA predominant memory of my childhood was walking to places with Dad. I mean bakeries, restaurants, school, churches, playgrounds - any…Jun 19, 20221Jun 19, 20221
The seasoned journeymanIt was the summer of 2007 and I was twenty four. It was my first year as a working, responsible adult and yet looking back, I now have…Jun 18, 2021Jun 18, 2021
Kids, angst and aliensIt was the kind of event that was insignificant enough to be forgotten yet memorable enough to merit an account here. Over six months ago…Sep 15, 20202Sep 15, 20202
Spilled wineIt’s the mark of a dance that wobbled and the stain on the tablecloth, on which a cake lay sprawled in waiting.Aug 9, 2020Aug 9, 2020
Death and her friend, an exchangeIt’s been a month since Dad’s passing. In his absence, the nostalgia of his presence is all I have.Jul 19, 20201Jul 19, 20201
Published inBe YourselfGrief, and finding meaningIt would’ve been my father’s 75th birthday today, if not for the events of the last week when he heaved his last. It was exactly a week…Jun 28, 2020Jun 28, 2020
