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Two women sharing the same space
Two women share the same space. One young, the other old. One from this generation. One from another. Bowl of uncooked long grain rice ... Enchantment and Love
First Date Two shy and lonely people met amidst the magic of the starry night. Love is enchanting, so it meandered through the lovers’ hearts. The ...Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 19
The fork pauses halfway to my mouth. An urge to laugh bubbles and I choke it back. “Women only want you for your body?”Today, Beside the Sea
After I left the fish tankI lived on a nearby riverbankClose to the connected seaI would look beyond the oceanOut to the dark blue ...Why We Need to Encourage Emerging Identity Over Mass Conformity
Motherhood keeps me on my toes. As soon as I have it “all figured out”, here comes another curve ball to keep me guessing. ...First Year Rookie
What is it like being a rookie? Well, have you ever seen The Rookie? Yeah, it’s nothing like that. I enjoyed the show’s first ...Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 18
THE (NON) DATE WHERE I TALK TO KIRAKids gather at the splash pad below a suspended bucket. It wobbles, teetering with water until it ...- Parenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesEnvironmentHome & GardenHealth & WellnessLifestyleCreativity
Who Is a Woman?
A Woman’s a Lotus planted firmly, deep into the water yet unattached, her leaves – they float above all. She rises, holding chin ... - LifestyleParenting & FamilyEnvironmentHome & GardenHealth & WellnessCooking, Food & DrinkCultureEntertainment
Successful People Do This Every Morning
Everyone dreams of being successful and prosperous in this world. Yet, we all ask the age-old question: Is there a certain formula or discipline ... Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 17
We’re mirror images, him on one side, me on the other, tilting toward the hunk of wood that serves as our confessional.