My ode to nature’s sunshine in a cup.
All humans are flawed. How does it feel to express that about yourself?
This is dedicated to my ancestors.
Admitting your imperfections is a beautiful thing.
I have always noticed that people, especially women are often guilt tripped into forgiving those who do them harm. What if they don’t want to do that? Forgiveness is a choice, not a right.
I write from my deep heart and personal experiences. When my intuition speaks, here is what it says.
As a foreign woman living in Shanghai, China, my experience includes a lot of people watching and observing. This is my viewpoint on nonverbal communication. What do you think?
After a few week break from writing, I think about my fears and how to deal with them. Hmmmmm. What do I do?
This was written in the past (ten years ago) when I was deeply distressed. Writing it served as a way to release this pain I felt inside.
There is something that is so important to do in this world. What is it?