My man came home early from work so I could go to flamenco. It had all been perfectly planned, I had even made broccoli soup in the afternoon for him and my son to eat. I arrived at the dance studios well on time, changed into my skirt and heels, chatted cheerily with the urban […]
moreHere's how my Monday morning countered yesterday's morning –After waking up, measuring windows for curtains in my underwear (there's a weird powdery stuff coming off the rubbery-looking curtains in my son's bedroom), making coffee, moving clean laundry from the rack to a basket (for now), paying delayed bills, getting porridge into my son and him […]
moreThe director I’m working with on a screenplay (our aim is to submit it to Sundance which means a first draft needs to be done by 15th Oct) and I scheduled a meeting for this Sunday morning. She warned me in advance, “I have an hour, because my man is running a marathon and I […]
moreMy son has always been a terrible sleeper. If he had it his way, I'd be sleeping right next to him every night. Thinking back, I realize it was that way from the start. He refused to leave my womb. The very first push my body gave, I quite calmly stated, "nope, he does not […]
moreAt the airport now. The thing about visiting NY is you experience so much, it's hard too choose what event to describe. I admit, it may seem my attention was overtly drawn to superficialities such as the presence of starlets in my hotel. But truth be told NY saddens me. It's the kind of place […]
moreYesterday, one of the Olsen twins shared our table. And clearly something is going on this evening because the black SUV's are lining up outside. This time, it has to be an older famous crowd. A few messy haired but grey men in suave suits and white sneakers (no shoelaces), sporting sunglasses and whisky glasses, […]
moreThis is my second breakfast today. I had my first breakfast in a Ukrainian place called Veselka which has been here ever since I can remember. I had forgotten how the place celebrates Eastern-European rudity. The way they throw stale toast and soggy scrambled eggs on your table is quite hilarious. So I escaped to […]
moreThen again there's this too: last night, the hotel we're staying in hosted a party for Jennifer Lopez. Please don't tell anyone that we walked the red carpet to our hotel and headed straight for our beds. Most likely we shared an elevator with Lindsay Lohan without even realizing it. Ignorance is bliss. But it […]
moreNY is great, but sometimes it can be full of shit (excusez les mots). Like when a guy at the coffee counter creates a palm-like swirl in my latte with its milk. I compliment him. He furrows his brow and says, "every coffee I make is a piece of art. The fact that it's consumed […]
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