Blog? You have a blog?
It happens when I watch a film occasionally, sometimes I just wish to have my job, my wife, my children and my little house not too far from the city, not too close neither.
BY NICOLE CAYER
For the last 10 years of my working life — I am happily retired — I edited a travel magazine. Among the many tasks…
We sat down to breakfast…at noon. We enjoyed our tasty meal at a favorite restaurant. I got a…
Back when I was working in my Corporate job, I was amazed and feeling sad to see people craving for gossips.
It’s like we were back in secondary schools, but in a much bigger scale.
“You have to kill your parents when you grow up” told me the librarian.
I was only asking the emplacement of the “Pensées” of Blaise Pascal and we went on discussing children/parents relations, small talk happens to be a beautiful thing sometimes.
They are my mother’s, passed down to me because my father loved her so strongly they imprinted on me.
My eyes are not my own.
They were given to me by my grandmother, so I could see her mistakes and learn from them.
If I calculated the amount of hours that I actually spend interacting with my possessions the order would probably be:
I’m sort of stuck on this thing I’m working on. It’s actually a pretty straightforward template. Except it’s done to death. Which is what I think is responsible for making me feel stuck. I think it’s time to reinvent this template. The problem with doing that is…