One of the things I am most proud is the library that I have curated for my kiddo. In this series of posts, I want to share some of the books that have been our favorites over the years. Note: I only post about books in English. Much of kiddo’s life, including their household with…

A choral poem based on things heard at a workshop of the same name What does it mean to walk the path of the soul?How to be, not what to doNot what to do, but what to express. It’s been shown that we all existin an energy field of potential.Quantum manifesting – attention, instead of intention;setting an…

There are no more leaves on the tree this year I don’t know what kind  of tree it is I looked online and apparently there’s an app for that. Last year, the whole winter, some leaves held on I remember wondering what that was like for the tree, its little ones not able to let go…

And I hate myself. I hate myself because I let my husband and my son get to me the way they do. I scream at them and I throw fits. This is not the woman I wanted to be. But I find myself in a rage and I cannot stop myself. Yesterday I packed up…

In the middle of the night I woke up feeling like a coffee bean being ground  Which led me to ask, of all things, do coffee beans even feel the grinding? I thought they must, in some way. They are not like concrete or textile; they grew, like me. They were in a pod, but…

When I was 14 and 15 I worked as a cashier at a local convenience store/pharmacy called “Tru Value Drugs.” It was my first official job (I had done a little babysitting and some “tutoring” of English for my younger Chinese-born neighbors before that). I got the job because the owner of the store was…