Explore the Heart of Words
Dive into a rich collection of prose and poetry that captures the essence of life’s moments, emotions, and stories. From thoughtful reflections to vivid narratives, this space invites you to journey through the art of words, where every piece is crafted to inspire, provoke thought, and touch the soul.

Secrects of the Ice Cave

I set out at dawn, just as the first light brushed the horizon, enough to guide my steps along the trail. The hike to the ice caves was a long one, winding through back country, with only a path to ease the journey. Back then, the caves were a secret gem, known only to a

When the Earth Moves Beneath You

Working on a seismic dynamite crew wasn’t your everyday job. It was two of us, out in the rugged terrain, setting off charges to help map the earth’s underground secrets. We’d drive from one drilled 75-foot hole to another. We carefully lowering 5-pound torpedo-shaped charges deep into the ground. Using long 10-foot sticks, we’d push

The Forgotten Tree

Back when I lived in Inglewood, many years ago, a friend gave me a little tree as a gift. It came in one of those plastic planting bags—just a few feet tall, barely more than a twig. She smiled and said, “Plant it in your backyard. One day, it might give you some shade.” So,

Embracing the Challenge

Every year, I’ve found myself taking on a new Halloween project to share with my colleagues. It started small—a simple carved pumpkin, lit with flickering LEDs I’d wired together myself. That first project brought a few smiles, and the spark of joy it created motivated me to try again the next year. Each Halloween, I

A Day on the Green

It was a few days before the start of fall, and the company’s annual golf day had arrived. I work for a company that owns a golf course, and once a year, we get to spend a day out there at the company’s expense. This year, the weather was perfect, a wonderful balance between the

Taking Care of Things

Many years ago, I replaced the old picket fence around my backyard with a solid six-foot panel fence, the kind with evenly spaced vertical slats. Over time, that fence began to show its age. One day, After noticing a few times that a slat had broken and needed replacing I finally tackled the task. It

Tree of Mystery

Beside the garage where I lived stood a towering evergreen, its branches stretching wide, offering shade and comfort to anyone who sought its shelter. Tucked in a secluded corner where the garage wall met the fence, near the tree’s base, was a hidden spot—visible only to those who peeked over the six-foot fence in the

Secrets of the Ice Cave

I set out at dawn, just as the first light brushed the horizon, enough to guide my steps along the trail. The hike to the ice caves was a long one, winding through untamed wilderness, with no roads to ease the journey. Back then, the caves were a secret gem, known only to a few,

Missy Lum Lum

We were four siblings, all born within five years, and when I was in elementary school, our mother got us a dog. She named her Missy Lum Lum. She had beagle-like ears, the long body of a dachshund, short, stubby legs, and stood about a foot high at the shoulder. She was small but full

Mindful Flow

This rap is born from a deeper journey I took after attending a seminar on mindfulness and the power of truly listening. It’s about stripping away the noise, the distractions, and the toxic narratives we inherit, while facing the mental battles of complaints, expectations, and past baggage. Through rhythm and rhyme, I’ve expressed what I’ve

Trusting in Truth with Your Instincts

Walter Cronkite was one of the most respected and influential journalists of the 20th century, known for his integrity and impartiality. Each night, he signed off with his famous line, “And that’s the way it is,” often followed by the day and date, offering reassurance to millions of people during some of the most turbulent

Rainy Days and Go Karts

When I was a child, I lived in a rainy place, the kind of neighborhood where low-income families made do with what they had. The rain was always there, sometimes a drizzle, sometimes more, but it didn’t matter. It was the backdrop to our world. We lived in a row of two-story apartments, and our