There is no love like a mother’s love.

It is what has sustained us generation after generation.

That love is in the air that we breathe, in the way we walk, in our bones.

At times, it is a wonder if love is enough.

And the answer is – yes, it is.

Your love, as flawed as it may be, is more powerful than the most perfect hate.

Your love is light and if there is ever a crack, it will make its way in and shine brightly until shadows disappear.


I write everyday because it allows me to voice what is at the surface. Once that is out of my head, I can dig in another layer deeper. My daily writing practice has been my greatest exploration of self and humanity. Sign up here to receive these thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.