Resting in Father’s Love

While I was visiting my aunt and her family in Orlando, I heard a story that touched my heart deeply. It’s a story of Jenny-my aunt’s daughter- meeting her dad for the first time. My aunt had been divorced roughly for a year by then. She was a struggling waitress, a single mom, and a…

Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory

Another resolution that I made today along with waking up at five to have a quiet time in writing and communing with God is that I will write down a Bible verse of the day and put it in my jewelry box. It’s like New Year’s Day in July here. This jewelry box was given…

Writing as a Therapy

  Fresh smell of dawn greets me as I walk out to my balcony to take the morning in. The sun is about to rise. Since the arrival of my baby, I have been a late starter. For the last two years, I have missed this crisp, brand-new beginning that was so opposite of my…

Crossing the River

Metaphorically, crossing the river symbolizes a big change: change of scenery, a different perspective, even death. It embodies all things that come with being on the other side. River can act as a barricade, a natural borderline that divides provinces, a protection to keep the enemies at bay, a pathway that leads one to the…

Writer As a Profession

It is so often recounted that Murakami wrote his first novel “Hear the Wind Sing” in English and then translated back to Japanese. He did so in order to find the right rhythm for his sentences. This approach was already tried by a Hungarian writer Agota Kristof who lived in Switzerland and wrote in French….

If You Can Dream It

After a failed job interview, I sit here wondering and asking: Am I cut out for a traditional employment type? Making data entries that have no personal meaning for 8 hours a day or working within the boundaries of certain systems created with high rate of production in mind? Is that really what I want?…