Unseasonal Gifts

When I was a little girl I told stories of all the husbands I would one day have.  And how they would ‘die’ one by one because they weren’t looking after all my many, many children well enough to my liking.  I had a touch of the macabre back then… For as long as I … More Unseasonal Gifts

An unhurried pace…

Staring out the window on a rain-drenched afternoon. Not seeing the hectic mothers collecting their children or the taxi drivers giving each other a hard time. My focus on the drops that unhurriedly stick to the window, the beauty and new promise that the cool air and rain brings. Oh that I would remember this … More An unhurried pace…