A letter to my son on his twelfth birthday.
The twelfth breakfast – a birthday letter to my sonRead More


A letter to my son on his twelfth birthday.
The twelfth breakfast – a birthday letter to my sonRead More

Carved on American poet and writer T. S. Eliot’s tombstone is: “In my beginning an end. In my end a beginning.” It’s an interesting riddle in life to ponder. On Wednesday September 11, many of us reflected upon what happened 12 years ago and what we were doing when the World Trade Center in New York City …

Cheers to the end of fifth grade in all its bittersweet glory, and ahead to summer vacation and a new stage of temporary.

Some thoughts on starting again from MommyMusingsBlog by Kristine Bruneau.

Some thoughts on Mother’s Day by Kristine Bruneau.

The Boston marathon bombing of April 15th weighs heavily in and around the spaces I inhabit. I need a prayer today.

A poem written more than six centuries ago by Indian mystic and poet Kabir and translated by American poet Robert Bly, is a conversation with God that still resonates today.

A poem written more than six centuries ago by Indian mystic and poet Kabir and translated by American poet Robert Bly, is a conversation with God that still resonates today.
