My earliest memories are muddled
by the stories told and retold.
Is it the times I played with
my cousins — hiding and seeking,
chasing and being chased,
making houses, or simply
talking
and laughing? … More Echoes of My Earliest Memory
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-eighth edition of Fiction Monday.
“I am only one,
But still I am one,
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything,
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.” —Edward Everett Hale … More Fiction Monday – 278
An elusive, distracting phrase, isn’t it? Purpose of life. I could stop you from carrying out that urgent task you’re doing right now simply by asking this seemingly harmless yet deeply important question … More Purpose of Life
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-seventh edition of Fiction Monday.
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born… and the day you find out why.” —Mark Twain … More Fiction Monday – 277
Her mind was full of guilt. After all, she had loved him dearly.
Then again, it was he who had taught her how worthless emotions like guilt and apology were. … More No Place for Guilt
A mix of moments
gratitude and grace glimmers
wondrous this thing, life. … More Haiku
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-sixth edition of Fiction Monday.
“It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.” —Rabindranath Tagore … More Fiction Monday – 276
Sometimes I get attached—
or should I say, obsessed?
To an idea,
or perhaps a passing thought,
a whisper of yore. … More And So It Goes
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-fifth edition of Fiction Monday.
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” —Eleanor Roosevelt … More Fiction Monday – 275
May we not be lost
in the search for something. … More In the Search for Something
Void Thoughts 