Prompt: scars If you follow the curve Up to the crease of her elbow And send shivers down her spine You will find The raised skin Speaks of a time Devoid of caution and suspense It was just straightforward Headlong Merriment But little legs aren’t meant to climb Tall, ancient oaks Like a monkey or … Continue reading Memoir of a Scar
sometimes when I try to build bridges, instead I end up with knives, that poke and prod with unseemly precision (which I never meant to do), or when I try to make amends, it blows up on me like a grenade. somehow my words start out in good faith and intentions but end up like an … Continue reading tongue-tied
I don’t think you know how you get me like no one else. How you shine so bright to me. You are my star and make my heart swell like a flower in bloom. Continue reading Did you know?
We are over a month out from our return, but I’m only just nearing the last days of our trip here on the blog. I guess life has a way of doing that; even with the best intentions, we get swept away and along the tide of constant to-do’s and too-much. But, I digress. Because … Continue reading Berlin
Visiting Dachau was deeply challenging. If you have followed my blog or know me personally, you know that I spent the summer in Palestine and Israel several years ago. So much of the conflict, the existing trauma for both Israelis and Palestinians, is the festering remnant of a tragedy that unfolded hundreds of miles away–a tragedy that has … Continue reading Dachau Concentration Camp
We had the joy of meeting up with friends of our friend while in London. That’s one thing that is so special about traveling; you realize just how small the world is. On our walk to join them, the air was damp with intermittent rain, the sky a perpetual gray with no sunshine in sight. … Continue reading London
Paris was another first for the both of us. The trauma from the recent tragedies in the city were still palpable. Even as normal life ensues, the bitter taste of mourning still finds its way into conversations and interactions. I could feel that in Paris. I have only personally befriended one person from France outside … Continue reading Paris