You know how people say you should always live this day as if it were the last day of your life? While writing, loads of related contemplations, thoughts, themes pass my mind (as I’m sure they to everyone’s) to which I usually react by telling myself ‘later. Will save that for later.’ Later, meaning what […]
moreAs a teenager, my best friend and I would visit Amsterdam about twice a year. We’d walk from Central Station to Leidseplein and somehow always end up in the park, stoned out of our skulls, believing that park was this amazingly huge place for great thinkers such as ourselves. And the guys from Italy that […]
moreWhile cleaning the floor of my new office space, it suddenly hit me. This feeling I was having – a fluttery excitement with a hint of nerves – it was reminiscent of first days at school. First days call on fundamental emotions. We are animals and are programmed towards the desire to survive. When entering […]
moreBy the time I arrive, it is still morning. From my window, I see him and her in the small garden of their holiday home. He sits in a chair reading a book. Her legs stick out from beneath a tree that partly covers my view. From what I can see, she is a white, […]
more“Are you by any chance under any stress?” the optometrist asked. In fact, she smirked. Of course she had to ask that. I leaned towards her and smiled as sweetly as I could, “I’m SO glad you asked. Because tell me, in your experience, is life ever entirely stress-free?”If so, I’d have congratulated her.Meanwhile, I considered the […]
moreThe women’s toilet in our office building smells of Chanel 5. Clearly, it was sprayed by some elegant lady before me, as a cover-up for the pooh she did.It had me thinking of the last time a specific perfume was ruined for me. I was twelve years old, that coming-of-age time in your life. We […]
moreHere’s the thing though. While on holiday I spent some time rewriting a scene while my man and son went to Lisbon. They returned with cakes for me. I liked what was happening to the scene that evening. But hated it the next. And it starts all over again from there. How do you know whether […]
moreThe birds sang in as many hues as there were greens. And the dogs howled, louder even than the brightest of vines cradling grapes waiting to be sweetened by the passing of summer. Of time.
moreDinner on The Estate. Started with a wine tour. Catering to the impudent curiosity of we-the-tourists. The British owner did what was expected of him. He stood by a vine, showed us the light green grapes, the leaves, and spoke of what made his wine special. His words danced over his posh accent, slipped by […]
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