Life – jari m

On anticipatory grief, and the things we carry at the crossroads

There comes a time when the road ends.

Here’s to another year of savoring the best in life– family, food, and uninterrupted sleep.

I was that baby doctor who aspired towards the most unknown and unknowable.

Maybe if I grow enough brain cells each day, I will have enough by the end of the year to form an actual brain.

I’ve been blogging in some way, shape or form since 2008. Up until now, I can’t directly answer the question “why do you have a blog?”.

Ann Patchett calls this book “a universal donor –I would recommend it to anyone, everyone”. I agree.

Uptown Saturday Night is apparently a 1974 film. That has nothing to do with this post.

Hold on to your “why”. Keep going.

The recollection of love lost is painful, but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.