 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Celebrate yer roots
by Danielle LaPorte
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to - John Ed Pierce
My grandfather was Leonard Alphonse Laporte. (Note the small ‘p’ in LaPorte - in high school I decided a capital P was more elegant.) Like most... |
 |
Those were the days!
by
“Oh how the world has changed over these years!” I have often exclaimed. Scientists have introduced us to so many newer technologies in the fields of medicine, engineering, electronics and household comforts for us. But where the new generati... |
 |
Musings on life!
by PK
Would somebody tell me how valuable I am? Am I more valuable dead than alive?
You would of course say “alive”. Truly you would say I am asking a pointless and silly question. Very well, then would you explain to me why nobody could find time t... |
 |
My little Gaza Strip
by RD
A couple of years ago, I decided that I needed to take it easy and stop running around in my life and started saving for the years to come when you may not be able to do anything you want to do, run and play. I started to think of the days and years ... |
 |
Ah! The Warmth of Handwritten Letters!!
by Anila Sinha Sharma
Remember the times when, not so long ago, there was an eagerly awaited person every day? The postman in his khaki on his bicycle. As he clanged his bell, our hearts stopped. We wished he had something for us too. An envelope or a little postcard. Or ... |
|
Celebrate yer roots
by Danielle LaPorte
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to - John Ed Pierce
My grandfather was Leonard Alphonse Laporte. (Note the small ‘p’ in LaPorte - in high school I decided a capital P was more elegant.) Like most... |
|
Ah! The Warmth of Handwritten Letters!!
by Anila Sinha Sharma
Remember the times when, not so long ago, there was an eagerly awaited person every day? The postman in his khaki on his bicycle. As he clanged his bell, our hearts stopped. We wished he had something for us too. An envelope or a little postcard. Or ... |
|
Those were the days!
by
“Oh how the world has changed over these years!” I have often exclaimed. Scientists have introduced us to so many newer technologies in the fields of medicine, engineering, electronics and household comforts for us. But where the new generati... |
|
Musings on life!
by PK
Would somebody tell me how valuable I am? Am I more valuable dead than alive?
You would of course say “alive”. Truly you would say I am asking a pointless and silly question. Very well, then would you explain to me why nobody could find time t... |
|
My little Gaza Strip
by RD
A couple of years ago, I decided that I needed to take it easy and stop running around in my life and started saving for the years to come when you may not be able to do anything you want to do, run and play. I started to think of the days and years ... |
|
Ah! The Warmth of Handwritten Letters!!
by Anila Sinha Sharma
Remember the times when, not so long ago, there was an eagerly awaited person every day? The postman in his khaki on his bicycle. As he clanged his bell, our hearts stopped. We wished he had something for us too. An envelope or a little postcard. Or ... |
|
Celebrate yer roots
by Danielle LaPorte
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to - John Ed Pierce
My grandfather was Leonard Alphonse Laporte. (Note the small ‘p’ in LaPorte - in high school I decided a capital P was more elegant.) Like most... |
|
Musings on life!
by PK
Would somebody tell me how valuable I am? Am I more valuable dead than alive?
You would of course say “alive”. Truly you would say I am asking a pointless and silly question. Very well, then would you explain to me why nobody could find time t... |
|
Those were the days!
by
“Oh how the world has changed over these years!” I have often exclaimed. Scientists have introduced us to so many newer technologies in the fields of medicine, engineering, electronics and household comforts for us. But where the new generati... |
|
My little Gaza Strip
by RD
A couple of years ago, I decided that I needed to take it easy and stop running around in my life and started saving for the years to come when you may not be able to do anything you want to do, run and play. I started to think of the days and years ... |
 |
The Hopi and the Temporal Paradox!
by
We have a persistent feeling of events receding into a past of non-existence. The future is a nebulous void. The present moment is all that we experience and therefore grant it a higher level of existence. |
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
From our sister site: theAsianparent Singapore
Loading ...
Twitter 
Facebook
Subscribe