When I was young, I would be put down for a nap in the afternoons. The timing was right to give my mother the break she…
What I should tell him:
Being dismissive and passive agressive for me is much easier than being…
I don’t exactly know which category do I fall in. Whether I’m a morning person or a night owl. For my time of the day is 4…
I am not a writer, I’ve never been one. I always preferred maths over literature.
Yet, I love the atmosphere in Medium and that’s why I tried, and now I write. Not perfectly of course, I wasn’t even able to write a correct text in English 4 months ago, yet I am…
Distance Makes it hard yet we grow stronger
BY NICOLE CAYER
I tried to fit in the Corporate world for 4,5 years thinking it was:
I have fond memories of many happy Fourth of Julys as a boy in Pennsylvania — and they all have to do with fireworks. Yes, I…
Today I arrived at London Heathrow.
After the seatbelt sign had been switched off there was the usual chaos as people scrambled to get their bags from the over head lockers and get as close to the exit as possible.
I recently wrote about one of my biggest pet peeves — perennially late people. What I didn’t write about was the opposite spectrum — being absurdly early.
Growing up, we were always the first ones to arrive anywhere. Going to the movies involved literally…
What am I doing?
Why am I here?
Am I doing this right?
Am I a good enough writer?
Could I be a more patient wife?
Where no one stands
the wild things call
their voices rising
in discordant rhythm
beyond the pale of ear to hear
School has started. So have the headaches, the constant rushing. How to stop,The appointments, The always doing,The expectations,The constant guilt?
