Being a step-parent, you get all the responsibility and very little of the title, you get to put in the work and most of the times not only not get the credit but have to sit on the sidelines and watch birth parents take the credit, even when they have absolutely nothing to do with the child’s achievements.
I have no time for critics who are never genuinely curious
In an environment where change is even more the norm than it already was, where our faces are masked and our instincts of closing in on our fellow humans are restrained, criticism, delivered this way, is a handful of salt thrown on an open wound. It stings so much that any beneficial effects are completely overshadowed.
The gift of the present moment
I woke up this morning to a quote on my favourite calendar that pretty much sums up the only way I can think of not
Brave and afraid … at the exact same time
As I was speaking to my mother on the phone this morning, I asked her about a time that slightly resembles what we are living
I feel like we are living in a novel. Some time ago I read a novel whose title I don’t remember, trying to experience dystopian
Weekly Reflection by Mark Nepo
The Anthem of Our Day In the ocean of history, things build and then are worn away to what is most essential. This is an