I was invited to read from my novel and answer questions during a university class on Literature of the Dutch West Indies. I was early and so I sat in on the class. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more observed. Not that I could blame the students, my novel was sitting on each of […]
moreThis weekend, I met up with five classmates from high school who I hadn’t seen in a very long time. Seeing them felt odd, almost like I was coming home after a really long trip. All of us had gone to International Schools which means our parents’ jobs had taken us to various countries in […]
more[Deleted, as I felt I was getting a little melodramatic. Also, I didn't want to embarass my specialist by pouring out words of gratitude into the world. I'm sure he knows I am.]
moreBoth my grandmothers passed away a few years ago. One of them used to sing, and an aunt recently transferred her album recordings to a cd. So while I work, every now and then my grandmother sings to me through shuffled playlists. I can't think of anything more defining than someone's voice. You hear them […]
moreToday they're gone. The wind has swept them off the streets, cleared the air. Which is grey, today, as the trees grieve the death of blossom.
moreOn falling, they huddle together alongside the pavement and rustle in defiance when the wind picks them up in twirls.
moreWithered leaves of blossom make way for Summer’s green as they fall from the trees and float in the air like snow drops.
moreMost people jog anti-clockwise. This surprises me as it seems a little counter intuitive. Anyway, so I jog clockwise because that way it’s less noticeable how slow I am. Also, I can study the other runners. It’s my only way to turn jogging into something slightly less unpleasant than it is. I love the elderly […]
moreThe moment you become a parent, you experience a shift in fundamental emotions. No longer can you bear seeing a child suffer, epsecially when that child is a victim of agression. The reason being: you identify. You now know. It’s an all encompassing knowing. The other person’s child is your child who can’t sleep for […]
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