Falling for Isabelle: An Adopting Story
When you give birth to your own children you have memories of a particular moment when your child arrives. It’s a private precious moment that marks the beginning of their life and yours that will be inexplicably entwined from then on.
The Art of Collecting
Beach Stones - Writing Home Excerpt
For me, the highlight of vacationing on Lake Michigan is the rare chance to collect my wits and a few beach stones. More adventurous souls will dive into its frigid waves or race motor boats and jet skis.
Sometimes You Have to Lose Yourself
It took some time for me to realize that the woman I am today is a direct result of all that I have experienced in this lifetime.
This awareness has come about as I reflect upon the more unpleasant aspects of the experiences I have been through...
Hush
"Don't tell anyone."
These words still ring true. Don't worry, I won't say a word. It's better that way,for all of us. But I want to tell you that ~I know why the caged bird sings.~ I was abused.
The Moon in My Rearview Mirror
A Grandmother's Unconditional Love, A Grandfather's Colorful Imagination, and a Woman's Struggle to Listen to the Voice of Her Soul.
Baking Loaves of Love
Kneading dough for the challah felt "as if God's feminine side whispered in my ear, 'You have a wonderful task to do and it involves working this dough to the point of pure pleasure.'"
Going With The Flow
LUCINDA NELSON DHAVAN may have her metaphors about going with the flow jumbled, but what she does know is that with the erosion of water or time, you become very, very smooth.
Endless Rebellion
As I sat watching the young California mothers and mothers-to-be gathering in the doctor’s office, though, I wondered what today’s women have to rebel against.
Impossible Missions
At about that time, because Hollywood often supplies the myths with which many people in the world frame their lives, someone said that “rehabilitating” the women who came to the home was “Mission Impossible.”
Fast Clothes, Slow clothes
I adopted the sari, attempting a degree of elegance in its drape and fall. I wore jewelry, as expected of a married woman, and flowers in my hair.
The Box.Eileen Miller uncovers a lifetime of memories of her daughter Tamara (pictured above) in
Stories Never Told...
D. Prince wonders about Stories Never Told. Was it remarkable or simply a story of people being born and dying?
