On the first morning, I find a bottle of Riesling outside my door. I know why it’s there. He is a man alone. Leaning towards fifty. A scratchy beard. I was stealing chocolate easter eggs from a basket on the bar and noticed him. He was asking the owner of the hotel something. What exactly, […]
moreOvernight, some angry neighbour had thrown a pot of white paint at my son's daycare center. It could've been plain vandalism. But my son's daycare center has been in the news a lot recently as this isn't the first incident and I'm afraid it won't be the last. Eggs, packets of flour and oranges have […]
moreWe went to an unusual performance yesterday. A well known 17th C writer from Holland had written only one music-piece for the stage. It was more of a cerebral experience than an emotional one. Yet at the same time, the stage composition, colouring, lyrics, images and songs lured me to some strange place: the void […]
moreSo much has been said about twitter, why should I add to all that? Especially as it's not my style to write blog entries about anything online I mean: leave that to the "gurus". I do, however, write about personal things. And this is what twitter has brought me personally: it's put me in touch […]
moreWhat is wrong with me? I downloaded Donna Summer. I’m listening to her and Barbara Streisand sing “enough is enough” and about to cry. Flashback – I am six years old. I am still wearing my nighty that says “I am 5” because it makes for fabulous swirls. And, it’s synthetic so it goes static […]
moreOutside my office window, a woman parked her tiny, silver, Peugeot. She stepped out and waited. While waiting she faced the canals. I wished I was her, that I could stop for a minute and look. But then the person she was waiting for came out of the building. He disturbed the tranquil equilibrium she […]
moreI’ve been thinking about this one, powerful, little word: regret. Something happened regarding that ex- bestfriend I told you about. I was curious to see what she would do if I were to invite her to Linkedin (why I do these stupid things? God only knows.) And to my shock, she accepted it. After which […]
moreMy son pointed at my stomach and asked, “mummy, is your belly button in a box?” Mine is inverted, his protrudes.
moreYesterday, I was tired. My man was away, I had worked really hard on a screenplay and I haven't been sleeping so well. I can't always blame my son for the latter, by the way. I was sad too, as I had gone to redo Botox and it seems the doctor failed to get it […]
moreIt’s been a while, I know. There are reasons. Sometimes words can’t possibly keep up with life’s natural flow. Writing sometimes even stops the flow. I mentioned how my Dad had finalized his career. Yet I failed to describe he is now on a pilgrimage. I went to say goodbye to him the day before […]
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