I love the Summer Rain

I'm late in posting for Father's Day. This is always one of my go-to happy memories. This is the original essay which was my tribute for Father’s Day a few years ago. I condensed it for an assignment last week. Please enjoy this version too. “I love the summer rain!” I shouted in my head … Continue reading I love the Summer Rain →

Sweet Lemonade Out of Wrinkly Limes.

She was a gentle spirit who sang her prayers, but even the saintly have limits. She was an artist, a singer, a storyteller. She was a mother, a daughter, a wounded healer sought out by her neighbors for comfort and answers. She was my hero, my teacher, my friend. She was crafts and science projects … Continue reading Sweet Lemonade Out of Wrinkly Limes. →

Sixty-Three

He would have 63 years old today; instead, he died at 23. It is ironic that a quiet, shy and gentle young man that did not smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol would have his life end this way — an innocent victim of a senseless act of violence by an angry man with a gun, … Continue reading Sixty-Three →