The very first time I got an a zodiac I was sick to my stomach. In my defense, it was an extremely bumpy ride, I was getting sprayed with buckets full of water from all sides and angles and no matter where I was on the zodiac, I couldn't see squat because there were so... Continue Reading →
I am a planner. I have three calendars (two online, in case one fails to back-up) and a physical one, because there is a whale on it and I absolutely loved the design. I use them rigidly, they structure my day and I love spending time updating them (that being said, also a huge-time-waster...). That's... Continue Reading →
The year of the elephant.
Seven years ago A and I sat in a Silver Diner somewhere in Virginia and shared a slice of warm apple pie with vanilla custard. A wore a jeans jacket, his curly dark hair framed his strong facial features and he looked at me, as if I was the most foreign thing, he has ever... Continue Reading →
Food is not a problem here.
It all started with my mom when she turned 33. I was 5 at that time and despite the 22 years that have passed since that day, it is still the most vivid memory I have of how to celebrate a birthday in style. I remember my mom being excited for days. I also remember... Continue Reading →
The book of love – volume 1.
As I read through my very own copy of the book of love yesterday, I couldn't help it and started to sing Peter Gabriel's version of this song. The book of love is long and boring, no one can lift the damn thing. It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing... Continue Reading →