Tag Archives: #love

Girl Talk

That amazing bond between girls! My sister girls how blessed we are to have each other. We become burden bearers, the arms that hold – the hands that dry the tears. The ear that listens and the voice that reminds. We celebrate, we laugh until we want to sprinkle or tinkle. We talk. Men andContinue reading “Girl Talk”

Reflections

Sat in my empty classroom decompressing after a 3-hour virtual class. I haven’t seen any students face-to-face since March 2020. Every now and then I go back to pictures. Whoever invented the art of picture taking – I love you. Even more amazing, is that beautiful, fascinating part of us called the mind. The storageContinue reading “Reflections”

Is This Love?

So, humor me. Did Bob Marley get an answer to his question ‘ ‘ Is this love, is this love, is this love that I’m feeling? I wanna know..”🎶💖 I don’t know if he did, but I do know most of us have asked that question a time or two. At times we have beenContinue reading “Is This Love?”

Single and…?

This picture was taken in the 90’s in Central Park, NY. Every now and then when I see this, I wonder who he is. I never saw him, busy posing. No doubt he saw me 😊! The joys of being single and free [to look]😍 . Well – may be it’s not so much joyContinue reading “Single and…?”

He Loves

Another ‘Lovuary’ post – honoring the men who have loved us just because. Loved us in spite of. Loved us without expectations. There is the age-old debate that a man [apart from family] and a woman cannot be friends. I beg to differ. First let me pay homage to daddies, papas, grandpas, uncles, brothers, cousins,Continue reading “He Loves”

Still Standing

A former schoolmate of mine posted this picture and asked us to to title it. ‘Broken But Still Standing’. This was the thought that immediately came to mind as I looked at this house. This house that once was a home. Now broken, ignored, void of laughter and life, but still standing. As we celebrateContinue reading “Still Standing”

That Boy…

As I have decided to unpack some of my ‘buried treasures’, I also felt the need to reflect on some of the lessons I learned through the years. I will begin at a point when I first remember ‘walking through something’. As a young teenager, I met a boy who captured my heart. He heldContinue reading “That Boy…”