Cassandra is a child and youth counsellor with many hats including singer, songwriter and screenplay writer.
Thankful for my sanity still being intact
While I’m usually quite thankful for life itself, I’m especially grateful for being able to live through such an unfathomable time in the world. For sure I thought I would have torn out all of my hair by now. The enormous stress of everything is enough to really make me do that and then some.
America the Beacon of Hope
Fifty-seven years ago, Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream that encompassed some basic ideals of humanity. That all people regardless of the colour of their skin should be treated equally and fairly based upon their character. In today’s America this dream has yet to come true. Hate and division are drenched in fear and ignorance. It begs the question, where do we go from here? This year’s presidential election has further deepened the undeniable divide in the midst of a pandemic. It’s almost as though 2020 has placed a giant magnifying glass on all of the social injustices plaguing the country.
If someone had told me a year ago that I along with everyone else in the world would be living through a global pandemic I never would have believed it. But alas, here we are. The new normal of course is social distancing and continuous mask wearing. No one knows how things will turn out a week from now, a month, a year. You name it. However, one thing is for sure. To be healthy and alive during such strange times is a blessing. And it is for that very reason that I am looking forward to finalizing the details of my dinner party. What dinner party you ask? Well to put it quite simply, it is a special dinner meant to honour the local everyday frontline workers within my neighbourhood.
Eleven years and counting. That’s how long it’s been. Perusing through this thing called life together as friends but more so like sisters. I think of you as the wise, kind and thoughtful sister from another mother. You radiate such immense goodness and strength. I often think that if there were more people like you in the world, it might just be a better place. I think back to the time when we first met. Just two young women working at a women’s retail clothing store trying to earn our way, pay check to pay check. I of course saving for studio time and you putting what you could aside for school.
There is no one more inspirational to me than my mother. She is a rare breed. And when I say rare, I mean ruby rare. The kind of ruby rare that you think you’ll never find. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. She is special. She is my ruby rare. I usually call her mama instead of mom or mommy, because for me, mama sounds so much more comforting. Comfort, along with love, care, and sacrifice, is what my mother represents. She raised four children, two boys and two girls. And she made it look effortless. Even in times of struggle, she never let us kids see that times were hard. She made the best effort to give us the kind of life she felt we deserved.