Category Archives: Losses & Gains
Nana’s First Baby Tooth “Clocked Out”
This marks, a very important milestone in a young child’s life, doesn’t it??? Translated… A few days ago, my wife found that when Nana was laughing, that of the teeth on her bottom gums, there was, a bigger space between … Continue reading
Recover from the Loss of Her Husband from a Drunk Driving Accident, She Was Able to Get Out of the Darkness “Forgiving Him, You’d, Set Yourself Free Too”, She’d Used Her Leather Sculpting to Help Those Who Were Affected by the Crimes of Others “Let Go”
The power of letting go is still inside the people who are impacted by the losses of their loved ones! From the Front Page Sections, translated… Eleven years ago, a drunk-driving accident, took Lin’s husband, she’d, broken down; the Yilan … Continue reading
My Dearest Child
How this man became who he is, caring for those who are in need, all because of what he’d failed to do when he was a young child, translated… On the afternoon of the cold front, the heavens were, frozen … Continue reading
The Gentleness & Cruelty of Giving Birth
Here’s, the TWO sides of that “mirror”…translated… The very first prenatal check I had found two heart beats, and after a few times, the gynecologist told me, that there was, just Strong remaining of the triplet I’d carried. I couldn’t … Continue reading
That Unfinished Song of Our Love…
The past imperfect tense, maybe??? We’d, left this love of ours, deserted, by the side of the road, and gone our, separate ways…and this love that’s, deserted by us both became, an unfinished song. That unfinished song of our love, … Continue reading
Tragedy’s Gift…
There’s that gift that tragedy’s, given to us: loss, grief, and the like, and we got no choice, but, to hold our hands out, and receive them. Tragedy’s gift, it’s, to teach us something, but what? What, can there be … Continue reading
The Best Dowry
Something that’s, lost, but more was, gained, I suppose…translated… My mother had three sons and a daughter, in the countryside of the 1950s to 1960s, every time we’d gone home from a banquet, my mother loved saying to me, “Wait … Continue reading