In this time of uncertainty for so many in the world, I wanted to share a post from 2018 in the hopes that it will give you hope. Yes, we are faced with unprecedented events. But, in the past month, I have heard more than the death toll. I have heard and seen on social… Continue reading Circle the wagons again
Well-meaning people often say "time heals all wounds" usually when someone has lost a loved one. Or, when they are at a loss for words. Today is Yom Kippur, the day of atonement. It is also the 2nd anniversary of my ex-husband's death. I have often thought about Enrique during these two years. There were… Continue reading When Time Doesn’t Heal
Happy summer solstice!
It’s all downhill from here!
In the longest day of the year its easy to forget the darkness of winter. And on the shortest day of the year— December 21, it’s easy to forget the bright light of summer. I like to think of these two days, the longest and the shortest, like the ups and downs of life. Like hills and valleys.
On winter solstice I rejoice that the darkness has an end, that every day is brighter. On today, the summer solstice I can look down at the dark valleys I have walked through, days of darkness and doubt. Today on the peak of the mountain top, summer seems like easy endless days of sunshine and fun. Even though we are going to gradually slide into the dark days of winter, like another valley, but today, we can see other mountain tops in our future…
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"Thank God it's "Friday."" I heard a parent say as she dropped off her bundle of joy. It's Thursday, and I am closed tomorrow for a 4 day weekend. The same parent will joke on Tuesday, after Memorial Day, asking, "Is it Friday yet?" We need a vacation from our vacation. It seems like we… Continue reading Life after Friday
First love By Natalie Lynn Hidalgo I looked away, and let my gaze leave your face Creating space To move, to turn, to leave my first love. I no longer see The reflection of me in your eyes. Turning I see lies Reflected in the looking glass, The worlds measure of my worth…against your truth.… Continue reading First Love
I grabbed my coffee and made myself comfortable. I was catching up on the news in the morning but it seemed like all news is bad news these days. That is, if the news I see really is the truth. I'm not so sure now. The media used to be trusted. Not anymore. So much… Continue reading Give me the Mark
There is something urgent about the question "Did you hear the news?" I remember being the herald of some bad news on August 17, 1977. I was 14. I ran outside in the early morning in Anchorage and stopped the first adult I saw walking through the parking lot of our apartment. "Hey, Mister. Did… Continue reading Long live the King