If I asked you about your day, I wonder if these words come to mind: tough, bitter, disappointing, grey, crushing and, despite the jeering irony, empty? Do the fleeting shadow of brighter days past haunt your dreams of tomorrow? What if I told you that there is something lacking in all of us. An imperfection… Continue reading #heaven
Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One
As a child, I did not enjoy apples. Not even honey-sweet fuji's, so don't even let me see that malicious green of granny smiths. Nor did I, as a child, see the light and succumb to the revelation of coconut. And "give me wheat", I said "give me white flour" I said. What are oats?… Continue reading Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One
Peasantly Rich
For a girl like me, it's the little things that make me smile. It's the things that you probably don't even realize you're doing that make me feel like my day suddenly got a little bit brighter. It's the things that come almost as if purely granted that make me feel like the happiest person… Continue reading Peasantly Rich
Con Fusion
Yes it's January and the skies are a depressing blue hue, but hey, there's still plenty of reason to celebrate. This past weekend I was told by a wise man that the concept of time-management is an oxymoron in itself, and therefore should not be a destination towards which we strive. Yeah, right, right? Right (trust me,… Continue reading Con Fusion
A Girl and Agar
Being should not require an explanation. I am who I am. You are who you are. He is who he is. It's very straight-forward, like conjugating verbs. In fact, there are more verbes (oops, excuse the french spelling...I tend to automatically go into french mode when I start thinking about grammaire and conjugasons) in this… Continue reading A Girl and Agar
PSL: Plus Some Love
On those Saturday mornings when I lay, semi-tucked in between my duvet and bed sheets, and realize once more that aside from the whirring of the heater there is no other breathing thing in the apartment but me, I ponder: what do I live for today? Should I get up, plant my feet in my… Continue reading PSL: Plus Some Love





