Hello hello dear friends. I’m back home after a month and a half and it feels …… strange. Strange in a nice way. That said, I’m also missing home – my original home, the one I grew up in, my parents’ house.
Continue reading “If we were having coffee together – 12”To live is to adapt
I watch mom sitting at the dining table, working on a flower arrangement. She peels away the cellophane binding the bouquet, sorts and discards wilted flowers, trims the long-stemmed lily buds and arranges them carefully in a vase.
Continue reading “To live is to adapt”From the hospital
I veer between happiness and dread as mom is wheeled out of the ICU.
Continue reading “From the hospital”If we were having coffee together – 11
If we were having coffee together we’d be marvelling at how we were already in the 9th month of the year. The year seems to have sprinted past, I’d observe. And you’d laugh and tell me I say that about every year.
Continue reading “If we were having coffee together – 11”Five things I do when I don’t want to go to work
We all have good days and bad days, right? Sometimes we jump out of bed ready to tackle the day ahead. Other times we go to work simply as part of routine. And then there are ‘those’ days, the ones where you drag yourself out of bed and the thought of going to work seems impossible.
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