Yenita

“Mom. I’m no longer calling you Mom. From now on, I am calling you Yenita.”  I stare at my six-year-old son Charlie as he tells me this – his face is deadpan but his eyes (large, dark eyes) have a glint in them.  “Ok…” I say. “But where did Yenita come from?” He shrugs and … Continue reading Yenita

Breathe

If there is one thing you do,  remember to breathe.  Breath it all in, suck in everything (everything) that you can.  Inhale the freshness around you And taste the flavor of laughter (and, if you can, compassion). In breathing, you can’t discriminate; You take in the bad air along with the good.  So breathe in … Continue reading Breathe