Silence…so many dislike it, avoid it or even fear it. And yet, I gravitate towards it… It’s deep, reflective silence that becomes a natural exercise of mindfulness. Silence is as essential to my existence as[…]
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Inside the Village Table: Restaurant Review
I have been wary of eating out this holiday season. With an influx of patrons, chances are that many things could go wrong. The horror stories, almost daily on social media, of poor and rude[…]
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Blog-Love 2018
I started blogging in 2017 but 2018 is the year that I fell in love with blogging. Truly Madly Deeply. Yes, I confess, I was obsessed with that song by Savage Garden. Wonderful memories of[…]
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Radio, check. Music, play…
music – /ˈmjuːzɪk/ vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion. There’s something magical about hearing a song you love playing[…]
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An uncomfortable Christmas
Throughout 2018, I have written about how tired I am of tokenism. It’s ridiculous the way we box certain issues into days, weeks or months and pay lip service to them instead of creating mechanisms[…]
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Friends
When real situations expose fake friendships… Sounds a bit harsh, doesn’t it? That thought crossed my mind too, many times. Seriously, I cannot count how many times I have started this post and then stopped.[…]
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A little more kindness, a little less judgement
When the world is getting ready to sleep, I keep my eyes open and see the extraordinary in the ordinary. That’s what happened last week as I drove home after work. I tend to be[…]
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Rape be not proud
Rape be not proud. There is no power In stripping the dignity of another. Let’s reverse The status quo, And bare you naked. Let’s see you Cower Like a coward. Where will you Hide Your[…]
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The lesson I learnt on Black Friday
Oh! What fun! The school run on a Friday morning! Not just any Friday, it’s Black Friday. Given all the hype, my son understands what this day entails. Of course, he knows better than to[…]
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Making alterations
Stitch by stitch Step by step Swiftly Deftly Her fingers moved As if was she stringing a guitar The piece of fabric was her instrument And she, an amateur artist. Dress designing Happened by default.[…]
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