Unimpressive Me
I’m starting to feel unimpressive in most social situations these days. Unimpressive seems inappropriate. I’m not allowed to underwhelm
I’m starting to feel unimpressive in most social situations these days. Unimpressive seems inappropriate. I’m not allowed to underwhelm
Life with youis like being on a merry-go-round, she says.But, he asks, did you see the view?Yes, she says, on our next upswing.
I met a friend-from-digitalia. She addressed a talk called ‘Geographies of the Heart’. It made me reflect on my own journey.
I love him. I love her. He loves her. She loves him. They both adore me. We’re three people who know each other from different times and places.
I wrote about several Human Resources professionals I’d known. A friend in the space shared it on his network which brought up some angry reactions.
You learnt to float, she yells,ducking under him smoothly.When she surfaces,he’s walking on the water.Away.
I went out with an older man recently. Age, steadily creeping up on me, doesn’t seem as scary if it looks the way he does, a few years from now.
“No day is safe from news of you” – Sylvia Plath
Each day is a minefield to navigate.
No, this is serious. I am friend, businesswoman, creative thinker, socially aware voice, family woman, hot single girl, gal pal and a host of other things.
She took the towel he offered. And then his hand. White gown, still pristine in colour, if not form. He watched her peel it off, lace clinging to her curves. Trim the hem, she told him, it trips. And she tossed it to him as she wen to call the…