I am currently on a solo-cation. I love travelling, and travel with friends, partners, lovers…
It’s a big day. Mara barks incessantly, while I sit in a front room chair, looking out onto the drive. She knows something, or rather, somebody is about to appear. Hopefully sooner, than later.
Imperceptibly at times, in the tiniest of increments, things change.
Children grow up. The chasing and carrying stop. Mom becomes an unsuitable player of soccer, baseball and football, as her skills do not match those of a young man. She…
Isaías (not his real name) and his wife stopped in today. They are the closest friends we have in the sparsely populated…
Once again… I write about quitting.
This time is serious, though. Not quitting writing, quitting this publication.
I have discovered what I had to discover (I think at least) on 100 naked words. I love it, and I will be forever thankful…
In “Notes in November,” a blog that I once maintained and have since abandoned, I wrote about what I believed made me…
I regret my cookies and cream fudge purchase.
I regretted it almost immediately after it landed in front of me.
It’s so fucking sweet.
I have such a love/hate relationship with sugar.
Nowadays, there are so many things to learn for free on Internet. Yet, too many people waste their time complaining that they…
There is that question, “How can I help?”
In my 28 years of existence I have been pretty regular and irregular in many of things and from my experience it seems being in the flow, regular putting…
I am a bundle of nerves and love, all at once.
Quite often it’s not the wrong decision that ruins things. It’s the lack of a decision.
When it comes to decision making people are often paralysed with fear. They are so scared that they will make the wrong decision that they try to ignore the situation and…
Should I apologize for my darkness? For my routinely written backhanded bitch slap to culture? This culture of rape, gluttony, and arrogant political apathy? Should I apologize for all the “fuck you”s? They often go unheard anyway it seems. No one likes to be told fuck you. Sometimes…
A Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, a young girl of less than three decades lived in a heart-shaped box. Graceful waves of glass walls as though sculpted by an ocean breeze. Her forehead pressed against its cool surface, a circle of breath present then…
I began my Korean learning a few days ago by focusing on the alphabet. I had my Korean friend skype me, and while online, she taught me the first 15…
Fifty miles further along their journey, the companions deposited their passenger by the side of the road on the outskirts of a small, nondescript town.
“Well that was fun,” mumbled Jan in reference to the last fifty miles of silence.
#11
Not without some regret she neared the end of what she knew would be her last lesson in that stuffy glass box of a classroom. The feeling of relief was becoming more and more obvious to her, but she also knew that her unsuspecting students were…