The latest incident in France is bringing us all together as we have become a global village where the pain felt by millions is mirrored in the hearts and faces of its supporters across an ocean. The only thing harder than watching the destruction of innocent people is trying to explain to a child why someone would murder a person out of misplaced religious/political beliefs. Now try explaining that to a child with Autism....more
When I was really young and my family still lived in Pennsylvania, not far from where I was born, we used to visit my grandparents’s home on the weekends. We called it “Ông, Bà Nội’s House.” In some Asian cultures, it’s typical for the extended family to gather at the parents’ or grandparents’ home, like it was the familial base camp. It was where you lived if you were still looking for a place of your own or you were in need of a home-cooked meal. ...more
In my Facebook news feed today, I saw one friend’s Christmas tree -- and it’s early November -- and another friend’s pumpkin pie recipe. Holiday decorations are out in the stores, and friends are talking about ordering their organic, free-range turkeys for Thanksgiving dinner.
Other friends are sharing cute stories about their kids’ Christmas wish lists and discussing where to find the best Santa for the annual photo op.
If we were having coffee right now, I’d make a big pot just for the two of us, just like I always did when we used to sit outside on the back porch and we’d talk about how beautiful and peaceful it was. You’d tell me how proud of us you were, how much you loved our little family....more
Most of us have learned not to choose a book based upon its cover. I have certainly learned the hard way not to choose a wine by its label. So I don’t know why I continue to be sucked into a film by its trailer—but that is exactly what happened last night....more
NaBloPoMo's writing prompt for today asks what my biggest fear as a child was. It was the same overwhelming fear I had as a child, a teenager, a college-aged young adult, and as a full-grown woman. My greatest fear was losing my mother. I was forced to face that fear on October 24, 2015, at 3:17 A.M.
We've all reached that point, when the struggle becomes too great, and letting go is the only option that makes any sense at all. That's where I find myself these days. Reality is a tricky deal, particularly when those involved disagree on its definition. ...more
Christians, (devout ones and ones who are Christian in convenience), sometimes question my no longer being one myself. It makes me chuckle; I use to be just like them. I use to think that it was up to me to show the way and the light to non-believers. I use to think that those who denied God were simply lost and must have led sad, miserable lives. But what I didn't know was that I would one day be the non-believer...more