Humanity

Our styles were so different. But at heart, we were the same: fighters who go the distance. Which is why, ever since the announcement of her death last week, Tina Turner has been much on my mind. Every day since, I have said to my husband, “I miss Tina so…

One morning at 8am, a storm came. A powerful storm in the ocean. That storm gave all power to ocean waves. Waves stood tall taking the form of giant water monster. A little four years yellow pants girl playing on the Oceanside. At first, people thought it was just a…

— and the reasons why it matters, a lot. I will open this theme with a game of imagination. Imagine you are on a date with someone you barely even know, but you have to do everything with them for one day straight without getting a chance to get to…

One or two memories ago, I fell in love. Butterflies in my belly, heads in the clouds. I promised forever, and I was promised the same, but what did we know? We make too many promises for people who don’t know so much. I used to say that I…

Some truths might be simply unpalatable — Today The New Yorker posted on its Instagram account a cartoon depicting a family scene. A pig is sitting in an armchair with a book in his hands called “101 Things to Do With Bacon”. In front of him, mama-pig is holding their son and saying angrily: “Your morbid curiosity…

This article ends with an open letter. I have a parakeet friend, which I can make very happy by placing two mirrors in front of him. When he gets to his mirrors, he is chattier, happier and sometimes even horny! Chances are that he believes that what he sees in…

I Don’t 100% Hate America It’s Memorial Day so, as has been the case for the past several years, I’m sitting here waffling about whether to hang my bunting flags or not. There was a time when no waffling was had whatsoever. I just hung them and enjoyed the feelings…

There are so many terrible things happening in the world right now.

The concept of living in an in-between space has been haunting my thoughts recently. Maybe haunting is the wrong word…or maybe it’s not. It does feel like a haunting of sorts, a ghostly presence moving between the walls I’ve constructed, making noise and never allowing me a moment of peace…