Category: reflections
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Her story, My story, Our story
The past few months have been interesting to say the least. In addition to work, home, MBA a part of me is gearing up to be an adoptive mom. This means for most part researching the Internet, catching up on adoption stories and and preparing myself for an eventuality that will change my life irrevocably.…
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Colored thoughts
Last evening I sat down for dinner with an old friend by huge glass windows that overlooked the patio of the eatery we were at. Unfolding her napkin gently, she laid it across her lap and nibbled on her dinner. I dug in with gusto punctuating my conversation with references to the momentous route K and…
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Sepia toned. Warm.
Logging into work bright and early, I place my fingers at the feet of the tiny pillayar at my desk and touch it to my eyes. Like I do on days when I feel happy. Or sad. Or in need of reassurance. I turned and spied a new addition to my desk. A picture of…
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Hyphenated. So what?
Sitting in class with my stat mid term paper in hand, brows furrowed looking for avenues to increase my score, I spied a section where I was given a zero. Flipping through the pages of my textbook to the part that ‘inspired’ my answer to that particular question, I found what I was looking for.…
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Full circle
The golden morning Rays of sun slant my way Overhead noon I fear the brightness Slanting sun I wish you could stay Darkness nears I long for dawn