Anatomy of Infidelity
Infidelity is painful. To be the innocent party in it is gut-wrenching. My dear friend is in this gut-wrenching, god-forsaken place and I feel helpless to help her. Instead, I hide my own tears in a purposeful resolve to listen well, make strong pots of tea (because
Libby
There’s a temptation to allow pain (in whatever form) to lead us around by the nose wherever and whenever it pleases. There is also something morbid in the fact that we don’t kick such behaviour in ourselves to the kerb sooner rather than later. I’ve often wondered why that is and
Eat Art
Today I learnt the art of walking while eating. Now to some people this action is second nature but for me, well, it’s a nuance of life that has somehow escaped me until now. I felt like I had two left feet, the hand-mouth co-ordination felt like such a strange sensation
Inside Out
There’s a fine line between the inner and outer worlds that we make for ourselves, the outer world of the intellect and the inner world of the imagination. One is entirely safe and the other, well,
Past Watchful Dragons
Is it true then, that as we get older, we have a tendency to stuff our magical make-believe friends and creatures into chests where they lie unattended, gathering dust in some stuffy, adultly, intellectual attic? For some of us that
