We make a lot of journeys in life, literally and figuratively, to be able to reach our goals and figure out our purpose. Every journey must begin somewhere, and it often begins with a 'why'. Here is mine.
The last time my mother was in her hometown was in 1989. Nearly 30 years later, she finally gets the chance go home, and this time with us.
In a time lapse, I am on a standstill. While I am busy trying to figure out what I want to do, the world has already gone ahead of me. This feeling of getting left behind I cannot quell, it feels like I have to constantly move, never mind where, as long as I keep on moving.
Author Paulo Coelho was right when he wrote, "It's the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary." These simple gestures from my family made me appreciate what I have right now. A family that may not be expressive, but deeply cares.
My first time on ice gave a refresher on life's oldest adages.
There’s just something about this doll that makes it difficult for me to dump her into the trash bag. It’s like a part of me was in her. A happy, if not always happy, childhood.
You are the catalyst to a story of love I hadn't anticipated—more beautiful than any romance novels I have read.