Nov 30, 2020
Nick [email protected] And who am I to judge — Let no one sleep I love music. My earliest memories of my parents revolve around music. Singing after home worship on a Sunday evening. Those old hymns. The one my mother would not play because I always started crying....
Nov 28, 2020
Especially during an election I am sick of politics. My American husband tries again and again to explain the intricacies, traditions, and more of politics in the United States. I don’t care. It is ugly. All of it is ugly. I don’t want any part of this. There’s...
Nov 28, 2020
Seeking peace This morning the water in the canal outside my office window is dead still. There’s no breeze playfully distorting its calm. No boat has come by yet, leaving a “V” of rippling water behind. All is well in canal land. Then there’s my life. Here too,...
Oct 21, 2020
I love silence. Ours is a quiet household. With only my husband and I and two small dogs in the last house at the end of a cul de sac, silence is a given. Canals on two sides, gardens on the other, similar neighbors across the road, oh yes, it’s not hard to have...
Oct 18, 2020
I Created a Cave Called Solitude. Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash Sometimes being an empath is not all it’s cracked out to be. People, often total strangers, talk to me. I sense the story behind the story. What they are not saying. Their actions reveal more. There is...
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