A Tribute to Mom, by Sandra Frimpong
Hers was the color purple. I first learned this color from her. And later in the years as grew I came to see why she chose this color as a favorite. Her gracefulness I have seen none other And I’m glad that I cannot compare her to any other.…
Balloons over Bagan, by Shirren Lim
One of the many highlights of my trip to Myanmar was taking the time to go on a hot air balloon rider over Bagan. Being up in the air and watching the sun rise over thousands of ancient Bagan pagodas is something I will remember for the rest…
Waiting . . .
We are always waiting for something, aren't we? Each and every one of us, at each and every moment, is waiting for something to happen. At night we are waiting to sleep and waiting for morning. In the morning we are waiting to get up, get ready,…