by Prasanta | Apr 1, 2019 | Grief, Journey, Parenting, Purpose
DYING OF THE SAME I’m not quite sure what to do with this ache at times. I find emptiness facing me, like an abyss, and I feel as if I am staring into a black hole. I wish I could unwrap the years and re-do so many things. It’s not that I don’t take joy in...
by Prasanta | Jun 29, 2018 | Friday Feature
Welcome to the weekly Friday Feature, where I post a random topic, usually something light-hearted and fun (but I reserve the right to post a serious topic, too). Question: What is the single best-selling toy of all time? Would you say Legos? Barbie? Silly...
by Prasanta | May 15, 2018 | God's love, Journey, Memories, Mothers, Prayer, Purpose, Story, Thankfulness
A few days ago I participated in a prompt on Twitter called “storytweeting”. The theme was “breath”. I shared a story, and it ended up a bit long… as in 18-20 tweets long. Wowza. The word count was almost 800 when I added up the words in...
by Prasanta | Apr 7, 2018 | Five Minute Friday, God's Faithfulness, God's love, God's promises, God's Protection, grace, Grief, Journey, surrender, Thankfulness, Time
Too much emptiness facing me, like an abyss. I’m staring into a black hole. It aches, friend. I’m not quite sure what to do, sometimes. I wish I could wrap back up the years and re-do so many things. It’s not that I don’t take joy in watching my kids grow and helping...
by Prasanta | Feb 24, 2016 | Family, Writing
Dear Future Me, Do you remember that gray February day when they were all gone unexpectedly? Josh was at a week-long camp, Nat was in college, and Eli had a spontaneous sleepover at a friend’s house. You weren’t expecting to be alone. It just happened....
by Prasanta | Sep 30, 2013 | Uncategorized
As September draws to a close, I am reminded that not only is there a designated time and season for summer to end and autumn to arrive, but also appointed seasons in our lives. I’m in one such season– the years I spend homeschooling. We have a short,...
by Prasanta | Jun 9, 2011 | God's Protection, Shelter
Lightning rips through the night, turning the dark sky a pinkish hue. Flashes are lighting up every second, millisecond, and thundering booms shake the house. With his big brown eyes, my eight-year-old pleads to crawl into bed with me. I am already waiting for him;...
by Prasanta | Nov 1, 2010 | Family, Purpose, Uncategorized
My fourth grader told me that much of the conversation around the lunch table has to do with video games. Really?? Is that ALL that 4th grade boys can talk about? The conversation of a fourth grader really ought to be full of fourth grade stuff, it ought to be...
