I remember one late night, I was curled up on the couch with a blanket and a mug of fennel tea, just chatting with Kevin. It was one of those moments. Totally out of the blue, did not see it coming, but like I've said before, one of the best. Yes, the context was much… Continue reading Nuts over Butter
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They were white, then yellow, and finally brown
Winter is forcing me into a corner slowly. But it's not annoying or boring - almost as if it's challenging me. Its eyes, with the shimmer of an icicle dangling from the edge of a roof and its tip catching a bursting ray of sun shooting past, catches mine. In a sort of playful intimidation… Continue reading They were white, then yellow, and finally brown
#heaven
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
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





