A woman’s life is made up of teardrops, be them happy tears or sad.

Welcome to my teardrops! This site is dedicated to life, a woman’s life.

Women all over the world weep each day in celebration or sorrow. We love, we laugh, we work, we play, we fear, we fight, we achieve, we fail, we suffer, we hope, we dream, we pray. We come in all sizes, shapes, colors and styles. Be it tall, short, extra large or petite. Round, square, rectangle or oval. Be it black, white, brown, red, yellow or a mixture of colors. Flowers or plaids, reds or blues, dresses, pant suits or jeans, satin and silk or sackcloth. We come from all walks of life. We are rich, we are poor and we are somewhere in between. Our spacious homes are found on prime property filled with beauty and rare works of art. In splendid tree lined neighborhoods where homes are a bit smaller yet comfortable and cozy, with the sounds of children at play. We live in homes where bars are found on windows and doors - not to keep people in, but to keep them out - where the sounds of gunfire and sirens are as commonplace as birds chirping and dogs barking. In apartments and tenements, condos, town homes, trailers, huts and igloos and even cars. Our homes are shacks and shanties found in the poorest neighborhoods where sometimes running water is just a dream, or on sidewalks with cardboard roofs. We are educated in the most prestigious universities, in city colleges, trade schools, academies and high schools around the globe. We are not educated. We write eloquent papers and best selling books, proposals, reports, grocery lists, absent notes and lists of things to do. We write in our journals, we don’t write at all. We read romance novels, company reports, anything for dummies, The Wall Street Journal and Family Circle. We don’t read. We can’t read! We search for answers in the Bible, the Koran, the Book of Mormon, the Torah and the Big Book of AA, because some of us live one day at a time.

We seem so diverse, but not everything is as it seems! We seem to be many, yet we are one, and being in so many places at once we don’t recognize ourselves when we look into our own faces. We say to ourselves, "Our skin was never that dark! Our eyes weren’t slanted when we woke up this morning! My goodness, we never weighed that much in our lives! We would never be caught dead wearing that! What were we thinking when we did that to our hair! We definitely need a nose job! We don’t practice that religion!"  When we are raped or beaten we are heard to say, "We must have asked for it!"

We sometimes forget that when we look into the face of another woman we are looking at ourselves. WE ARE WOMAN and we have at least one thing in common - teardrops. Whether they fall from our eyes or only from our hearts they still fall. We need to remember the reasons for our own teardrops, those of joy and those of sorrow. When we reflect on the feelings of our own hearts, we know the woman we are walking past. We know the woman living in Afghanistan, the woman in Mexico, the woman in China, the woman in Israel, and the woman in Iraq or in Iran. We know the woman living in the United States whether she is living in Bel-Air or the Bronx. We know the woman living next door.

In my life I have learned to embrace and celebrate my teardrops, even the ones of anguish and pain, and in doing so I have embraced the teardrops of other women. I know this truth;

"As long as there are teardrops there is life!"