When we get older we look at things in hindsight with more clarity and maturity. We start to say things like, “if I could go back in… Read more “A 40 something’s First Day of School”
Author: Nbarcelona
Under Construction
The little boy was her entire world.
There was a little boy once. So sweet. Planted in the sunny spring with blue skies and baby birds. And so eager was he to please. To… Read more “The little boy was her entire world.”
hope shines
Problems can be like heavy bricks on top of your prone body. It can weigh you down. Suffocating you of the air you breathe. Crushing the very… Read more “hope shines”
I can make a difference in at least ONE life.
For confidentiality purposes I can’t reveal any names or post any identifiable pictures. By day I work in a field where I am helping people achieve and… Read more “I can make a difference in at least ONE life.”
Some days she is the Phoenix, other days she is the ashes
A friend of mine recently attempted suicide. She is on life support. All of her friends rallied in unison to offer a steady flow of energy, hope,… Read more “Some days she is the Phoenix, other days she is the ashes”
I fought with the Angel of Death
In families, fights happen sometimes. Harsh things are said. Sometimes we hold grudges and we think that we have all the time in the world to make… Read more “I fought with the Angel of Death”
Aging… it’s such a DRAG
[WARNING: Some graphic descriptions of women’s health concerns!! If you’re judgy – please don’t read] I turned 40 in 2016. I’m Asian and so blessed with… Read more “Aging… it’s such a DRAG”
Poem, “For the Wife”
I found this poem while I was going through old photos. I wrote it 17 years ago in 2001 when I was pregnant with my second daughter.… Read more “Poem, “For the Wife””
If I was beautiful – I’d use my powers for good
I remember praying for God to make me beautiful. Even at a young age, I knew that beauty wielded a magic-like power that made it easier to… Read more “If I was beautiful – I’d use my powers for good”
Mr. Dinkles
One night, Mahana was afraid to sleep in her room. She curled into a ball outside of her parent’s bedroom, crying softly. Mommy came out and asked… Read more “Mr. Dinkles”
