The Unexpected Gift
I could not have guessed that my dad’s death would be the catalyst to begin a sharing circle among women. It is not something he or I, would have imagined.
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Hands
Gently massaging his wrist, I held his hand in both of mine. He was Adeeb, a Syrian who had come to the United States in the 1930’s. Even when I was a little girl in Sunday School, this elderly man had seemed old. He carried candies in his pocket,
read moreThe Power of Hugs
Here’s Something to Feel Good About Today! Do you believe in the power of a hug? I can’t think of anything that connects people heart to heart more quickly then a giant embrace. Don’t wait for some else to initiate it, be the hugger and watch what happens. There isn’t anyone who won’t benefit from...
read moreMy Mom’s Teacups
As a little girl, I was in awe of my mother’s china teacups; each unique, delicate and exquisite. For special occasions I helped her to set the dining table.
read moreLife is Choices
The instant that my mom died, everything about my life and how I viewed it changed. My own mortality, an elusive phantom dancing in the shadows, now rested heavily upon my shoulders.
read moreAmy’s Mother’s Day Tribute
“Here’s Something To Feel Good About Today!” As Mother’s Day approaches it’s time for each of us to show our appreciation to all the women in our lives. Thank you to all the women who love and nurture us. Where would you and I be without their unconditional love and support. Take a look at this...
read morePam
I watched as she threw her head back so that it hung over the edge of the bed, hair dangling to the floor; long, thick and silky hair; not like mine – frizzy, wild and hard to manage. That summer night in 1957, Pam showed me how to brush my hair. She held the brush deliberately, pulling it through her hair...
read moreGranny
One of my best friends is a whale. I know this might sound strange, but we have been friends for 20 years now. Granny is not just any whale, but an orca, a killer whale, who swims free in Puget Sound. This 100 year-old female is the matriarch of J pod, a family of resident orcas that frequent the waters of Washington State and...
read moreMy Sister, Pam
Her hands were larger than mine; her heart too, for that matter. She was twenty-two months younger than I, but her life was shorter. She was my sister, Pam. Her long, bony fingers were clubbed at the tips, with splayed, purple-tinged nails that suggested the lack of oxygen in her blood. Her palms were salty. She had “Sixty-five...
read moreThe Handprint of a Name
© 2009 Leiah Bowden My husband, Lee, and I raised our Seth in “the Stockade,” the nation’s first designated Historic District. Folks had been living in Schenectady, New York since the 1600’s, but when we lived there the neighborhood was at the peak of its local fame as an artsy corner of the post-industrial town, otherwise...
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