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My mother was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. Strong and sensitive, she possessed a mesmerizing combination of natural wisdom and innate innocence that captivated all who knew her. She had suffered, but in her eyes, when she smiled, there were no shadows to mark hidden regrets or past... Sign in to see full entry.

Before I was a Mom, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I... Sign in to see full entry.

I was walking by the ocean this afternoon and I noticed a lone seagull that kept circling above the waves... She was not looking for fish for her eyes seemed fixed on the sand strip...so much so that her head would turn as the projected circle of her flight made her loose sight of it. I stopped to... Sign in to see full entry.

There is a time of the day when the light of the sun streams through a window in my home's family room. As if guided by an invisible hand, it hits only the chandelier that hangs in the center of the ceiling and spreads through the dozens of crystal prisms that from it hang, passing through each and... Sign in to see full entry.

S he was a sweet old lady... She stood by the front door of her brownstone as I went by on my way to work most every day, tending to her window boxes, or sweeping the steps, sometimes she would just stand there with a wonderful look on her face... as if amazing movies were playing in her mind. Her... Sign in to see full entry.

What steals our innocence... our tranquility... our inner peace... The winds of restless longing that blow us in all directions--desire looking behind every tree and under every rock, in the wine bottle and the needle, amidst the pages of a heralded book, in gods and demons, in making love and in... Sign in to see full entry.

W e feel alone. The void in us searches every corner of its darkness seeking union with something undefined. Loneliness is our constant, hidden companion. Then love walks in one of its countless guises and the books are banished to the shelf, the games put away in the attic. Dark memories retreat to... Sign in to see full entry.

Pain may be life breaking down the barriers to our freedom, teaching us that there are limits, things we are not born to do. Or perhaps is just our body's way to remind us that we are not invincible... that humility is a priced virtue and that no matter how high our mind can sore, it can always be... Sign in to see full entry.

W hen I was 7, my grandfather who was a newspaper man in New York city, came to visit us. It was my birthday, and I was very excited waiting to see what he had brought me from that mythical city of tall buildings where everything seemed bigger than life. We went to get him at the Airport on a hot... Sign in to see full entry.

I feel we miss so much in our hurry towards the unknown, the people we pass by on our way to work and play... the unbelievable things that happen all around us everyday but go un-noticed and unappreciated, the things we take for granted. I believe that if we took a few minutes each day to notice... Sign in to see full entry.