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

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

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

Imagine in Purple

I doubt I'm getting to that age where I have the seniority to say "as you get older you find that every year passes you by so quickly that they blend into one another". Nor am I quite so busy to say that the thin silver line between each day has disappeared. But there's one… Continue reading Imagine in Purple