May… I saw a movie called the Notebook. It is about a beautiful woman in her 60’s suffering from Alzheimer’s, and who doesn’t recognize her husband anymore. The most beautiful part of the story is the undying love she gets from her husband, as well as his devotion and determination to…

Let the monster starve! “Why are you ignoring me?” he wrote… “Here’s an article by Yuval Noah Harari”, I replied… What I really wanted to say to you is that I’m done being pulled and pushed when you decide the direction in which the wind blows. I’m going to play your mind games and…

“Did you put on some eye cream?” I asked and wasn’t being facetious at all. “Yes, I do take your skincare routine very seriously although don’t necessarily think highly of the brand you’re using; it’s a rip off! but who knows, maybe their customer service is so good (looking😉) that…

I’m outraged by your choice of “Bags”! True story… Of all the bags in the world, you had to carry this WHITE one!!?? I guess with so much trauma in your life, you must have felt so confused and disoriented, right? Oh, you poor thing… I understand your dilemma and…

When I heard of Dr. Lorna Breen who took her own life on April 26, I thought that I should speak up for this woman and everyone before her and after her, and even for me. I want to be able to write about some of what a human being…

La Cigale et La Fourmi, in modern times! For my English speaking readers, and just to give you a bit of perspective, please lookup the English translation of this classic poem or “Fable” by Jean de La Fontaine, preferably before you carry on reading this piece; That’ll give you an…

Better the devil she knows… The ride back home was long; 45 minutes of uninterrupted silence and a heavy atmosphere. His hands on the steering wheel and his eyes fixated on the road. His physical presence brings her no emotional fulfilment and when he’s around, she retrieves into her own…

A beautiful stranger in 14 E… I seldom react when I catch men staring at me (sometimes women too); I simply look away because I actually don’t know how to play the part and how to reciprocate a flirtatious gaze ..It’s an art and believe me, I haven’t mastered it…

Drunken me: The room is spinning… where am I? Me: you’re somewhere in the Americas Drunken me: how did I get here? Me: You’ve got no home, remember? so you packed your bags and you made it all the way to this foreign land. Drunken me: Yeah that’s right. I…