Hi, I'm Marsha Yasmine Marie, author, mug designer, coloring book creator, mother, human right activist, meditator and work-a-holic. This is my weekly blog of just fun, free-style writing---mostly poetry. It's raw and not-so-edited,,,, and I am lovin' it!
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Paklish Cooking 101 is released!
Family recipes exist in every home. While some may have grown up on mac and cheese, others were able to tour the world and as a result, gain an amazing culinary heritage. Luckily, I had both!!!!
Learning at my mother-in-law's feet in Punjab, Pakistan, I gained invaluable knowledge that I wanted to pass on to my next generation. Thus my family cookbook, Paklish Cooking 101 was created---including a special dedication to my Pakistani teachers, my daughter, and my soon-to-be daughter-in-law.
Take a peek into our family kitchen with Paklish Cooking 101. Available on all major outlets. But for my special readers, feel free to download the printable copy directly from www.MarshaMarie.com or here.
In life we are bamboozled with problems and decisions. It seems like every day, I have some other life-altering decision that I have act upon. I sit and think and think, but my head starts to hurt—like it’s going to burst or something.
Why can’t God have a hotline where we can call him up and ask him these little things along life’s way? You would think he would have a special number like 1-800-what-do-i-do-god… or something catchy like that. Man, if I had his number, I could just imagine how my conversation with the Holy One would go. I can’t believe I get to talk to God today. When is he going to answer? Pick up the phone. The ringing is stopped by a sharp click.
“Hello God? It’s me, Marsha Marie”
“Yes, my child.”
“Umm, forgive me for asking, but what took you so long to answer the phone? It has been ringing and ringing?”
“Yea I know. Sorry about that. I was busy with some folks. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I have to deal with these days. But anywa…
I was just thinking about you today; your birthday is coming up. It has been a while since we last spoke.
The kids have all grown up, and you would not even believe the baby. Time goes by so fast.
I am working as a corporate trainer now. I really love my new job. They allow me to experiment and explore. I love the freedom I have now. I guess, all those years teaching overseas has really come in handy.
It is amazing how much I look like you. When I look in the mirror, it is almost like I see you standing behind me. My nose and my eyes whisper your name. I love and miss you so much. I wish I could just pick up the phone and hear your voice.
I'm sorry Mom that I have still not been to your grave. I just cannot bear the pain. I want to remember your smile in my heart just like I did when I was gone. I think of you everyday.