I read a really lovely book, featuring a club of men in traditionally macho professions (sports jocks, nightclub owners) getting together to learn about women and relationships by reading romance novels. The premise tickled me and its chicklit style carried me through well. Most of all, I found myself feeling…
I picked up the crochet needle today. I began crocheting in 2002 after I heard it was calming. My impatient younger self had been bored by the labor but in 2002 I found something else. I was struggling through something I did not understand, had no support or idea how…
Don’t I look like all the sins you’re going to commit tonight? Feeling flows through me the way water runs through the planet. What is sin but another you rippling along?
After I asked women to share instances when men apologized to them, I realised something stood in the way of men and the word SORRY. I want to believe men are as rational & feeling as women and can see the damage done by not taking responsibility for their actions….
For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds. It’s time to recuperate.
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
I have an unusual relationship with food & people. Namely, I don’t like to be around both at the same time. Am I an asocial eater?
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?
I made my first big purchase in this COVID-19 year. I bought an epilator. Actually, I replaced my old one that finally gave way in May, in the style of all essential devices going kaput right under lockdown. I felt really guilty about missing my epilator so much these past…
There is a rage in cities that disturbs me. But there is room in a garden for the delicate blooms, sturdy shrubs, pungent herbs & resilient weeds.