Itsy Bitsy Spider

There is this little fable about a spider that starved because its web was too wide. It starved not because it wouldn’t have been able to reach the far end of its web but because it got confused by the sheer mass of incoming signals. It just couldn’t differentiate between important and unimportant anymore.

Keys With A Meaning

The next time you see a homeless person on the streets remember me, please. As vulnerable as I come across writing about the time when we were houseless, they all feel the same way. Everybody has a story. Now, let’s continue mine.

What I Learned From a 2-Year Old

I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it- and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers. I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant?

Wordless Wednesday

Once A Farmgirl…Always a Farmgirl

I had never heard of ‘Sausage Kitchens.’ Turns out they are everywhere in Louisiana. You can even buy homemade sausages at some gas stations. Just like slices of pizza are sold on the streets in Italy, the people in Louisiana enjoy their Cajun sausages everywhere -and in many variations.

In Everything There Is Meaning

We all are full of contradictions. We all have an immense core of strength deep within us if we believe in ourselves. The power to overcome tragedies, grief, losses, disappointments, pain, war, and physical limitations.

My Love for Boring Films

In 9th grade, after reading about Joan of Arc, we watched Carl Dreyer’s 1928 The Passion of Joan of Arc, a French silent historical film. Some of the girls in our girl’s only boarding school were quickly bored, and continued to look at the teenage magazines they had smuggled into the auditorium, the rest of us were mesmerized by the screen.

I Didn’t Want to Be That Stinking Fish

My friend made me feel welcome in her home. She made sure I knew how much she enjoyed having me and the dogs around. She was a widow, lived with her small Wiener dog alone in the boonies on two acres of land.

Wordless Wednesday

They Walk Among Us

There is a network of good people right among us. We don’t know who they are, or where they are. We don’t know how they exactly work, but we know they like to stay unnoticed by the public because they chose to be anonymous. They don’t do what they do for a belief or fame. They just follow an inner calling. They follow their instinct because not doing something is just not an option.