Eighteen years ago I was twice blessed. Your mom and dad gave me an unforgettable gift. They invited me to be present at your birth.
Today marks the 57th anniversary of the first day of my exile from my beloved country. I am sharing an excerpt of my memoir, not
Gurumayi Chitvilasanda came into my life on a bright summer day in 1990. Months before I had been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and my doctor
Today would have been my father’s 100th birthday. His last words to me came via a book that he sent to my husband. It was
I am sorry you are caught in this whirlwind of ignorance and hatred. I pray you know that those participating in today’s marches are not
“BEHOLD I MAKE ALL THINGS NEW” Revelation 21:5 I have been absent from my blog for many months. On the first day of 2015 I