Is it unprecedented to write a rundown of the year in August? I guess so. However, in a series of years where the word unprecedented has become a staple, it is probably poetic. If I had a penny for the number of times that I sat down to revive my dormant blog over the past couple of years, I’d be the proud owner of one of those fancy Dyson hairdryers. … Continue reading “Catching Up” →
One of the scariest things about living miles away from home is that call or text to tell you that someone you loved won’t be there the next time you make your visit home.
One of my fondest memories of going home is usually sitting down with old photo albums and spending hours poring over the faces. Faces I can barely remember Faces I never met but could see traces of my button nose or sloping eyes in Faces that make me grin stupidly And of course, the faces I’ve known all my life and love dearly I hardly need to reiterate my fondness … Continue reading “nostalgia” →
Familiarity breeds comfort. I talk about this quite often because I don’t only believe it, I live it. It’s difficult to find the familiar in a new city, among new people and new situations. But there are some things that stay constant. I find one of my constants in the books I grew up with – the characters who always taught me that I was not alone. They do the … Continue reading “Some Good” →