My Fingerprints You Say?

As I stepped into the USCIS office, a picture of not-so-amused President Trump was waiting for me. I’ve been to immigration offices before and depending on who the president was at the time I have seen photos of the current Commanders-in-Chief once or twice, and the pictures always showed a smiling president (Bush or Obama or Clinton). Well, not this time.

Where are the People?

I wonder, what does belongs to us? What can we take from this life and from the chance given to us at birth to hold, to keep, to call our own? Can we claim towns, call them our home? Can we claim churches and God given to us at birth?  Can we claim the sky above or the trees in our backyards?

Read Poetry

I read poetry to heal and to find kindred souls to learn and adorn and adore. I read poetry to convince myself we are still human because sometimes it doesn’t seem so.

Embarrassing Moments of Life

I do wonder, how come these memories are often the most vivid ones. I wish I could remember my babies' smiles when they were little as vividly as I remember my childhood embarrassing moments.
If I could invent something, I would create a pill that would erase the sinking feeling beneath the surface during these moments of extreme vulnerability.

There is This School

There is this school, a large yellow Titanic in the middle of a town. It was a church school once. Now it’s cracked in half. One-half of this school a witness to bold creatures traveling its painted walls, painted with hope, painted with mischief, and a notion that they were meant to do something different.

An American Tail

After last week’s and this week’s events, it is safe to say that there are definitely cats in America. Ordinary Fievels like me are no longer convinced that the cats are only in our war-torn countries. However, I still believe that that American heroes are fighting against the injustice every day and that the bad cats will definitely end up in a pound.

Bear Encounters

Lately, my quaint New England town has seen a large number of black bears. Bears are popping up everywhere; bears in the yards; bears on the streets, decks. Soon the bears will be showing up for afternoon barbecues for burgers and beer.  A friend of mine even saw Mr. and Mrs. Bear getting-it-on on the side of the local highway. These bears have no shame!   

Keep Asking Questions

I am not closer to gaining any answers and my anxiety increases. No one tells you when you are young that being an adult is a perpetual exercise in worrying and wondering about what each next day is going to bring. No one tells you that relationships become more intricate and that there are no real answers, but more sub-plots, theories, and conjectures, which are, of course, very hard to prove or understand.

Pictures From War

Images of war remind me of human cruelty and greed, but they also remind me of how beautiful and strong humans can be. We never remember those kicking the victims in the pictures, we only remember those faces who exude strength and love and desperation.