Dear reader, If you are anything like me, you have many fond childhood memories. And those memories not only remind you of childish pleasures but also of simpler times. One of my most cherished memories is of my mother waking me on Sunday mornings. She used to wake me up every day of course. But… Continue reading Hurkle-durkle (without your phone!)
Musings of a coffee drinker who found herself brewing a cup of tea this Sunday morning.
I see new dreams. I see new perspectives. I see a new me. I see a new world. And I am ready for it all.
This is the diary of a 26-year-old adult woman who is really just a child learning to grow up.
An attempt to write down everything on my mind so that I can process the greatest loss I have had to face in my life.
An attempt to write down everything on my mind so that I can process the greatest loss I have had to face in my life
An attempt to write down everything on my mind so that I can process the greatest loss I have had to face in my life
'You are hilarious. I think you should consider becoming a standup comedian.'
My goals for the next 25 years, based on my reflections on the past 25.
Today, as I sat outside on my balcony with the most beautiful book in my hand, the most beautiful sunlight in my lap, and the most beautiful song on my mind, I was reminded of those Sundays which did not feel like dreadful omens signalling the impending Mondays. Actually, not just any Sundays. Winter Sundays.… Continue reading Winter Sunday Nostalgia
