
Coping With Grief
Mother’s Day Every Day
Before the custom of worldly influence took over our consciousness, at least for myself, the celebration of Mother’s Day was a simple time in our
Before the custom of worldly influence took over our consciousness, at least for myself, the celebration of Mother’s Day was a simple time in our
I never thought much of them. To me, they were just some tall and ugly wildflowers in my least favourite colour. Orange. But my father
Grandpa was a patient, genuine and respectful man devoted to our grandmother, his children, and grandchildren. Today, on the anniversary of his death, and the
I came into this world close to midnight, which is why my father tended to forget and mistake the following day as my birth date.