Dear 'Friends Who I Didn't Get Back To' A heaviness has come over my brain, a sort of fuzziness, if you will. If we could sit down together, I might be able to tell you about it. It doesn't have to be this way that we carry on in older decorums and spill our hearts... Continue Reading →
He brought me a book of poems on his return, a handbook of scripture written around the city of love. Everything is broken, untended, jamun trees lying upturned reaching out to the sky. It’s been three days since betrayal came home and perched itself on the sofa, there’s one place less to sit. From the... Continue Reading →
The streets are deserted and it's all very silent. You'd think that the silence would be loud enough to hear, don't you? I cannot hear it unless I stop everything I am doing and go look outside. The chaos and the grief in my own head is so much. You don't need me to tell... Continue Reading →
We live in a world of hyperbole. Everything is outstanding, a profound meditation, devastating, or ruined. It all started with 'awesome' and didn't stop there. Now, we don't have a comprehension of our life that lies between these two extremes because life is not full of excesses or deficiencies. It is somewhere in the middle... Continue Reading →
Have you ever seen Godmen shouting at the top of their lungs on a screen? I feel like slapping them hard across their face with a chair. Religion no bar. I have a theory that the majority of God"men" are men and historically only men have felt the need to "find God" and "preach God's... Continue Reading →
Here's what was happening before. I try it all. I read online and watch YouTube videos on plant care. I learn the ways in which instruments can be used to measure soil pH, light, and moisture. I look up how to use home tips and tricks to measure soil pH and adjust it as needed.... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite authors always tells this story about her growing up years and how they were shaped her her old-world grandmother and her diplomat, new-world mother. I've heard her say this story so many times in the past 8 years that I started to get sick of it because wasn't there anything else?... Continue Reading →
Today, after an era, I went to a cobbler to fix my shoes. I threw in the outdoor essentials in my cloth bag, took the community e-bike, and rode up to the cobbler my mother recommended. I don't know what I was expecting, but I really wasn't expecting an old man sitting in languid peace... Continue Reading →
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