Endings and beginnings

As 2018 ends and we welcome 2019, reflection is a must. We cut our losses and make the most of them but also celebrate the good moments that brought us here. There is no best or worse, it’s a balance. Although time simply goes on. It was decided at some point to set time limits […]

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Maybe…

Maybe we met briefly or became fast friends at school. Maybe you’re my family and put up with me as a teen and through the tumultuous years leading to recovery. Maybe I’ve wronged you by not tending to our friendship often enough. Maybe you were my husband who shared a good 17 years with our […]

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To my little ones

I have yet to tell you that I won’t be with you next year, and it’s hard to think about the right moment to break the news to you before the year is over. My heroes, my young champions, my funny guys, my morning glee, my troupers, my studious and wacky ones; you shall be […]

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Melancholy is healing

All my life I’ve been naturally driven to melancholy. There is a certain beauty to it.Unlike sadness, it’s not painful and it has helped me countless times to recover emotionally from small unforeseen losses, which we all experience as we live and move on. Melancholy may sit in the past, in the present, and in the “what could have been’s.”

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My ex-husband’s great qualities

Although love slipped away and dissolved, my ex-husband was and is admirable in many ways. He had and has great qualities I’m thankful he shared with me. Now, after a year and a half, I can see more clearly, on looking back at “us,” at “him,” and give him credit. Things fall apart, and as […]

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The unexpected circle of life

Here I am 21 years later living in the same apartment I landed in when I came to the city of San Francisco. Life is full of surprises and as I walked through the park on my way here this evening, I was smiling at the irony of it all. I’ve come full circle to […]

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We are breakable

Yesterday, I met a dear friend for breakfast. We hadn’t seen each other for a while, way too long, we agreed. Life is full of distractions and in our case, simply too much LIFE had gone on. We both felt as if we had each been caught in our own personal tornadoes, and now, finally getting some […]

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A note about and to my father

My father took full responsibility for my sister and myself when he could have given up and run for the hills. He didn’t, he took us with him, saving our lives and giving us two worlds and two languages, the very tools that have become our weapons to navigate life.

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