Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and... Continue Reading →
Looking back and all around me, I am truly grateful to belong to the generation that grew up with books, played in sandboxes, chased friends around the trees playing cops and robbers, built tents from bedsheets with my cousin, and made it all the way to adulthood without email, Facebook, iPhones, blogging and whatever electronic... Continue Reading →
When I was growing up, and I'm sure I speak for my entire generation and those before me, when I complained about being bored or not being in the mood to do my homework, my parents would send me off to read a book (Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Charles Dickens, Trixie Belden, all the Enid... Continue Reading →
While growing up, my room was my sanctuary. As an only child, my room was where I could indulge in games, write, read, listen to music on the radio a little louder than what was tolerated by my parents beyond my doors. There was a time when my walls were giant collages, cut-outs from magazines... Continue Reading →
Much as I like to be considered a modern, open-minded and adventurous woman, there are time when my age begins to show and I have difficulty keeping up with my daughter or younger colleagues who are much more tech-savvy. One such area is the lingo that the fb-tumbler-twitter-snapchat-instagram-generation flings around. There was a time (i.e.... Continue Reading →
