Motherhood I miss D. My little one is at school, his second full day of school, and I miss him so much. I miss him with an ache, an anguish. I just can't stop
Motherhood One thing ends when another begins, a new moment is born only when the old one dies ... If I had to pick a theme to paint my life with, it would have to be 'nostalgia'. Or 'grief for the past'. For everything new that comes my way,
Mindfulness Perspective ... after nearly four decades Saturday, the 25th of July, 2020, was a Godawful day. I spent the entire day in tears, in grief, and although this is not the first time this has happened,
On Writing Readership versus Inventory I was looking at some of my old stories and posts on my earlier site and came across a post I'd written back in April 2013, wondering which social media
Tales For D Revelations Look what secrets are pouring out of the sky this morning! Something has ruffled the heavens. Perhaps the restless stars stayed up all night, blinking and tinkling. And, when the
On Writing A Conundrum A fortnight ago, I was elated at having found a possible solution to this never-ending conundrum I face, this unsolvable puzzle of finding a balance between freelance editing and fiction
Tales For D Into The Maze Today, the maze is shaped like concentric triangles, with bridges strategically placed. Some to connect, some to divide. You begin at the outside, and make your way in. When you
On Writing Writing as a Practice This has been a week of incredible epiphanies, and in my excitement to capture the essence of all of them at once in this single post, I'm quite unable to
Poetry A Snow Avatar i do not wish to become a star when i die let me become snow instead so the snow clouds may carry me wherever they please even when i tumble
Mindfulness An Enlightenment At every opportunity I get, I love saying that motherhood is the biggest spiritual journey I've ever set out on in my life and that Dr. Shefali Tsabary is the
Motherhood In Silence The other day, D asked me if every sound can be expressed using letters of the alphabet. And I promptly answered yes. Surely, we have a letter or we can
Mindfulness My Mind and Me In a conversation with an old friend this evening, about the pandemic and concern for our families in different parts of the world, about anxiety and regrets, we unburdened ourselves
Motherhood The pressure to do, the need to be Last evening, I was perusing my old website, The Dream Pedlar’s, with the intention of transferring my posts from there, one by one, over to this new home. And
On Writing Keep Writing and Carry On! I came across a quote today on a Facebook group I had decided to stay away from for a while but couldn’t help taking a sneak peek at when
On Writing A New Home It is quite like moving into a new home. First you bring with you the bare essentials, and you’re truly amazed at how little you really need to survive.
Tales For D A Door of Hearts There are twenty-nine hearts in all. Each has something written on it. Most likely a blessing or a pithy saying, like you’d typically see on the slip of paper
On Writing The Gift of Time The phone call came last summer, shortly before I had completed my last course for the degree I was pursuing. There was a spot available in the Infant Room of
Tales For D Hello, Dreamer ... Mesdames, Messieurs, poppets and imps, mischief-makers and trouble-seekers, I have for you, for all of you, for each and every one of you, dreams of all sensations and durations. Dreams
