I’m walking home from work this evening to meet up with my sis and my cousin for dinner, and I find this status kicking a little ass amongst friends on facebook:
“[I’m] disappointed to see all of the judgmental, mean and even flat out jokes being said about Amy [Winehouse]'s death. Addiction is never funny and unless you have a loved one who has gone through a similar struggle [you] have no right to judge a perfect stranger.
This week of all weeks should remind us we all need to practice a little more compassion.”
If you could give your kids one thing, what would it be?
I’m moving down to number two. Number one, compassion, seems to be taken care of.
Moments in which you realise a daughter has become much more than you ever hoped she'd be: beautiful thing number 49.