Crush: A Definition
It’s called a crush
because you’re crushed by the weight of FEELING
taking up room that oxygen is supposed to occupy inside you.
It’s called a crush
because you’re crushed by the weight of FEELING
taking up room that oxygen is supposed to occupy inside you.
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
Now I’m really falling terribly behind but I resolve to catch up this week. Here’s a story that I originally called ‘Dancing Shoes’. I’m ducking the ball a bit and retitling this so I can use it for today’s A to Z Challenge. I give you R is for Red…
My school had an interesting way of encouraging children to read. An annual Book Fair was held every year in a couple of the classrooms. After school-hours, parents coming to pick up their kids could buy those books. It was a much anticipated event for me and I’d go and…
Recently I’ve taken to thinking about what my parents were doing when they were the age that I’m at now. I’ll take my father, because I think my attitude mirrors his more and because he has been a careerperson. Dad at 34 had been married for six years and was…
* Also published earlier here.
From our first moment, we are absorbing information, accumulating experiences. We make sense of how these parts fit into each other by creating stories. This story needs constant editing. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes our chances don’t pay off. Sometimes things just change. Disappointment is coming face to face with…