Grannies a Go Go

So I was walking down the hall at work today when I was stopped by a woman who was peddling felted winter wear in our pedway. She was a retired foreign development officer who now worked with an organization called the Wakefield Grannies (http://www.thegrannies.org/) and sold these articles to raise money and support for the Go-Go Grannies in Africa... Who are the Go Go Grannies you might ask?  Well these ladies are Grandmother's who care for their grandchildren orphaned by AIDS. You can find out more about them here: http://keepachildalive.org/our-work/gogo-grannies/ and here: http://granniesagogo.com/.

Ode to Tom Cochrane

Ode to Tom Cochrane

Sinkin…

Without those you love in a city far away from all that you love, hope dies with every step you take out your front door.

Out there with the snow crunching under my feet, the cold air whips my ears and all of the suffering we inflict on one another each and every day numbs me with every breath.

Perhaps seeing happiness on the faces of those I love would bring me peace, but there is no relief, no respite no refuge to speak of…just despair and loneliness.

 For once, I would like to remind those who admire my strength and perseverance that: “No I am not a rock, and I can feel it now” and, just for a moment “I'd like to forget that my heart is sinking like a sunset.”