Sometimes words need to, try to do justice.
A story of unselfishness named Momma
“she couldn’t turn back …”
Family ties – A pseudo-poem
I’ve never done anything by myself.
My family is truly the greatest collection of human beings I have ever encountered.
Asking the question of: Who are you?
Do we really know who we are?
Birthday reflections: A letter to Shun P.
What can I say or give to you on your birthday? Would the typical platitudes of shouting Happy Birthday in concert with a balloon drop suffice? I’m inclined to think that it will not. I wanted to give you something of substance, provided that you are open to accept it. I want to speak truthContinue reading “Birthday reflections: A letter to Shun P.”
An ode to Love
What is love really?
Is an ovation really called for?
My siblings routinely accuse me of remembering everything, regardless of how inconsequential the event or circumstance, I seem to retain it. I’m not sure how much truth their accusations hold, but I must admit that find myself stuck in a perpetual time warp of sorts on a pretty regular basis, drowning in the depths ofContinue reading “Is an ovation really called for?”
