I don’t know if I can explain love. A desire, a burning yearning, a flame inside giving warmth, the need to care, the wish to hold, the urge to protect, the joy of sharing. One word and so many meanings. Perhaps it’s different for everybody, depending what we wish for?
A group posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds.
“What does love mean?”
The answers were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. How easy it can be explained by innocent minds.
We had discussions about Halloween in our neighborhood and decided that the kids have suffered enough.
We will give out candy, but it will be different.
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“Mama said we are Republicans,” one of my helpers told me the other day and I could not help but smile. “How old were you?” I asked curiously and he said he didn’t know. Somewhere in between child and teenager, he became a Republican, because his mother said they were. Continue reading
Every Mother’s Day I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the annual demonstration of love and gratitude toward the woman who MADE you is over and done with. Continue reading
Texas was one of a handful of states to deem abortions non-essential procedures during the pandemic. But what impact has that decision had? As the US was going through the darkest days of the crisis, the state of Texas was fighting hard in the courts to ensure abortions did not take place there.
A 14-year old girl in Sri Lanka. She is an only child and feel lonely right now, she missed dancing with her friends. Continue reading
About 5 am you can hear John shoveling his driveway. He has been waiting for the first decent snowfall, this is his favorite time of the year. He is a two-time veteran -army and navy- and if he could have done it, he would have enlisted a third time but he was too old to do so. Continue reading
Wilhelm Busch confessed later on in life, that some things in his book really did happen. His friendship with the miller’s son Erich Bachmann and their childhood antics together likely inspired the figures of Max and Moritz. A pencil portrait that Bush drew at age 14 shows Bachmann as a young man with thick, round cheeks like those of Max. Continue reading
Last night I sat in the dark; tears were rolling down my cheeks. I don’t cry often. If I do, then it’s because of a book or a movie. When a story touches my heart, that’s when I cry. I can’t help it, it’s a defense mechanism I suppose. Continue reading
