The young girl I used to be

Sunday, September 30 — 9:00 AM This day has been 9 months in the making. And as I sit here listening to the waterfall fountain at our Bangkok resort, I can’t help but wonder how did this small town Brooklynite get here. Small town Brooklyn may sound like an oxymoron to some but I cameContinue reading “The young girl I used to be”

the bittersweet truth of my sorrow

i almost forgot. but then, on the way home from a late yoga class, crossing the street admiring the barren trees casting shadows on the sidewalk everything flooded back. i remembered it was this night. i wish i could tell my friends, those who are just now experiencing the loss of a parent that every yearContinue reading “the bittersweet truth of my sorrow”

some old, some new traditions

2017 marks a year of change, new traditions for Christmas. I spend the days after the longest head cold ever, preparing Sicilian sweets, an assortment of cookies, and freshly, baked bread. On Christmas Eve, after dinner with new friends, I add an old tradition started with my Dad. We would stay up to watch It’sContinue reading “some old, some new traditions”