As a Man Thinketh

Reflections on As a Man Thinketh by James Allen  The last few months have been somewhat challenging for me. Following my father’s death on May 27, 2023. I have been on an intense journey, reviewing my family relationships, how to move forward, and finding peace with what seems out of harmony. But death is part

Childhood Memories And How They Shaped Me.

I am sure you have heard about ageism. It is how we view other people by stereotyping them and discriminating certain groups based on their age. I know I am guilty of doing this myself, since the earliest time I remember. I think I was about five or six years old when I started developing

Poetry on the move: What Shall I Wear To Bed Tonight ? Anais Anais, Of Course.

I am in a dreamSitting on a ferryI saw you from the distanceYou joined the crowdI want to look at youTo see you closerTo be a fly on a wallYou walked up to a woman And took her handBegan walking towards meBut I wasn’t thereIt was like I was watchingA moving pictureYou motioned in my

Poetry on the move…Chocolate Pretzel

Chocolate Pretzel Poem Spicy love note…Well seasoned With red peppers, hot chiliesBhut JolokiaI am on fireBurning flame ……..I read your note thoroughlyagain and againStill don’t recognize the condimentCayenne pepper?Black pepper?Sri Lankan curry?I keep guessing your intentionsDouble meaningtriple meaning! Tasteless…Missing basic ingredient –SaltHimalayan Crystal SaltCravings out of control…Chocolate pretzel… I wrote this poemat StarbucksPeanut Butter Chocolate CupcakeCravingsMore!