When I went to England in May of 2011, I fell in love with the idea of benches. We share them with so many strangers, coming and going--all on our individual journeys. During my quick trek through parts of England and Scotland, I noted that many of the benches had been dedicated to specific people. You …
Journey Alongside
Something about Spring's teasing charm reminds me of the blossoms on the bushes outside my college apartment building. In my memories, I can feel the warmth of the asphalt on my bare feet, heading to the soccer field to study. And in remembering, I realize that small parts of me are held by those people …
Nanny Diaries: The Final Countdown
Some days, I hear the music and lyrics to The Final Countdown by the Swedish band, Europe playing in my head. A baby cries. It's the final countdown. Lizzie doesn't want to lay down, but she's exhausted. It's the final countdown. So it goes. The closer to 5 pm it is, the closer I am …
Muffin Monday
The house is empty this morning. A silent sanctuary for my thoughts. I am blessed enough to be able to stand barefoot in my kitchen and bake. Toes freeze against the cold, tile floor. Etta James provides a melody to which my hips sway. I am reflecting on a period of my life that has come and …
