Gratitude, Help, Musings, Thanks, Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving And An Ask

Thanksgiving is around the corner. It is the time of the year when I take stock of the year gone past and process the big and small things that I am grateful for. 2020 has been a strange year. It started with a bang. I was counting on my debut children’s fiction book (Why is […]

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Gratitude, Musings, Thanks, Thanksgiving

Gratitude: The Decade Long Version

The water undulates in front of me. It is mesmerizing, the flecks of blue and gold, the buoys bobbing up and down. Most importantly, I am alone, a rare occurrence in my life as a mother and wife. The sounds around me are soothing, the road noise, the water lapping against the concrete barrier. Even […]

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Gratitude, Musings, Thank You, Thanks

A Note Of Thanks

A little over a year and a half before, I wrote a passionate plea to help someone in need. I called her Shakthi on the blog. A lot of you wrote back, sent money, gift cards and a whole lot of good wishes. Today I am happy to report she is thriving and officially divorced. […]

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Gratitude, Musings, Thanks, Thanksgiving

Gratitude List

In a couple of days, all of the social media will be abuzz with recipes, food pictures, and gratitude lists. In what has become an annual tradition of sorts, despite the murky origins of this holiday, this week will kick-start our holiday season. I look back on the year that has gone by and linger […]

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Musings, Thanks, Thanksgiving, Writing

Plenty to be thankful for

Messages of thanks abound in the world that I inhabit. My facebook feed is filled with them. My children bring home art work featuring turkeys and adorable “I am thankful for …” messages. It is no surprise then that I am reflecting on the things that I am thankful for. Like most others, I am […]

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Journal, Musings, Thanks

Saying grace

I scoop up the fluttering dryer sheets from under the breakfast table quickly trailing it along the edges of the table to remove lint and crayon wrapper bits as I do. I walk past the whirring grinder and open the trash. Pieces of orange paper remind me of the Fall Jamboree I need to pay […]

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