On my way to work yesterday at 6:30 A.M. I could not help but notice the sky. Of course it was still dark but my eye was drawn to that gorgeous thin slice of a moon.
Mischievous wink In the predawn sky one swift brush stroke
Like a message in a bottle My precious crescent moon
And then to make the day even more perfect, I see my daughter on the bus with her partner. Working evenings for the past 10 years, I have missed so much! What a way to start my day seeing my beautiful princess and my son in law. That added a little skip and a jump to my walk from the Métro to the office, alright!
early morning shift a bounce in each step a mother’s heart swells
A story keeps sneaking to the forefront of her consciousness. For 2 hours he talked about his plan that could be accessible anytime he wanted. The scary thing about it was that he could make it look like an accident and no one would ever be the wiser. Writing about it today actually appeases her compared to last week. His plan scared her for days, lingering in the back of her mind but now she sees it more as his survival…empowering him. He now has a choice, whether he executes it or not, and that, may be something he never had growing up…a choice.
Some young adults may finally have a chance to feel what it is like to be free from the clutches of their oppressor(s) and it might be too much to handle on their own…too much to process, let alone, heal. They may feel bombarded with too many nightmares they have lived growing up.
And that is the part of her job that she loves…being there at a moment if and when the may feel ready to reach out and try and make some sense of their nightmares. Sifting through the memories and challenges together. She often feels like a silent sounding board but with a slight difference. “Kindness is language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” Mark Twain
Maybe reaching adulthood actually means taking back what was rightfully theirs.
light finally shines
mysteries start to unravel
taking back the night
A coming of age book geared to youths and adults of all ages. It this was classified under Young Adults, I would still certainly have read it because it interests me to stay “real” on issues that touch youths growing up.
Julie Oleszek’s first novel is a book that youths can relate to and any person of any age and especially who has experienced grief. I don’t want to say too much because the trials and tribulations of Anna, who is the ninth child of a family of ten are hers to discover along with the reader throughout this book. I think that is what I loved about this. I did not need to get a clinical analysis of why’s and underlying issues but rather to explore life, suffer, question and discover through Anna’s journey. I laughed when she was giggling and felt dizzy…