Musings of a Frantic Mind

Grandmother. The word itself invokes warmth, support, hugs and love. Yesterday, my husband's grandmother, who was the last of my maternal...

As each year passes, every year on 9/11, I try harder and harder to avoid social media. Today, I came up to bed and following my normal routine, I checked FB. Big mistake. The first two posts I see reference 9/12 and how "we, as a nation, should remember and be like we were on 9/12". I literally saw my sleep pack a suitcase and head down the road looking back to wave bye. Remembering 9/11 is hard, but now seeing people glorify and white-wash 9/12 is sending me a little over

Occasionally, things happen that shake a person to their core. Earlier today I got a text message from a dear friend of mine asking for...

“Don’t you have any shame?” said a booming voice as he slapped my father across his face. I stood there stunned, my world tilting. My...

Ever since I was little, of all the holidays that came during the year, my favorite were Eid-ul-Fitr (end of Ramadan) and Independence...

Writing has always been cathartic for me, yet it always took a low priority in my life. I love writing when I get a chance, but rarely...