I read Anne Frank’s diary for the first time when I was 13. It was a reading project in school and it totally overwhelmed me. I had just found out that I was part Jewish as well, a fact that had not been mentioned before by Grandmother or my family.
Tag: <span>literature</span>
The Republican convention starts today in Cleveland, Ohio, just a couple of hours further north from my home. Protesters are gathered outside, they are all there to demonstrate against Donald Trump, and I wish I would live closer. I am older and wiser now -my protesting years are over since a long time- but in this case, I would make an exception.
The Man in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.”
― Robert W. Service
When I was a little girl, I was sitting in our old apple tree. There, high up in the branches, hidden from the world I felt safe and my little world was at peace.
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
There are so many lost, alone and confused souls searching for answers and reasons why their lives seem so out of control. Imagine where we all would be without hope?
I fell in love with reading, when I was very young and this love intensified over the years. I have stacks of books everywhere. There are books I want to read, there a books I have to read; there is a stack of books that I call brain-food and another one that I call entertainment. One stack of books is special -it’s a rather small one- that one I call treasure reads.
“Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem
By Dr. Maya Angelou
Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.
I like the idea of being rare, I like it a lot.