All posts tagged: reflections of a lifetime

What Are You Reading Lately?

I strive to better myself in every way possible, but on occasion feel as though I am failing. This is a blessing and a curse – because I am very hard on myself and always push the envelope in achieving much more than expected, which is a curse. And yet, I feel my best when I am able to achieve the goals I have set for myself and flourish in the best way possible – blessing? Recently though I’ve been questioning every ounce of who I am, which I think most of us do, at the end to each year, and then assess what we need to work on. In my case, much more than I though of at first, and I am not talking about losing weight, or changing up my wardrobe, I am talking about inner self, personality, character, and everything else that define me as a being. It’s weird how that works – because without any prior research, I picked up two books which I am reading simultaneously solely based on the …

On Nostalgia

I read an article the other day, someone detailing the pro’s and con’s of going home, and it got me thinking about – my previous life abroad where the town I grew up in no longer exists and the only thing I am left with is the memories of… Living in the top apartment of a 5-story walk up, and the daily bolt and race down the stairs with my brother, and then the counting the steps going back up game we played. Rolling and putting away the area rugs in the summer months, exposing the tiles to help cool down the house naturally. Washing the floors every Friday morning, mostly my mother, while my brother and I played, splashing around barefoot from room to room. The women in the family getting together every Autumn to sun-dry tomatoes, and other vegetables to be used during the harsh winter months. Visiting with the extended families, or walking to the central park  to meet them in an outdoor garden cafe, where we hung out for hours talking and …

august – mid summer dreams

One of the worst things in San Francisco, during the summer months, of course is the fog and cold, which make it really difficult to enjoy the season. So, while I spend hours in my home office, drafting my second novel, meanwhile impatiently waiting for the first one to be published, I realize, rolled up in a blanket,  the days are getting shorter and that typical sadness, I feel with the change of season, is lurking within, waiting for that unexpected second to rear its ugly head. Someday, I’ll move away to warmer climates, if not for a lifetime, perhaps just for the summer months. 🙂