The veranda is cloaked with the day’s last rays of the sun. Clementine leaned on the baluster feeling the dolour slowly creeping in. She closed her eyes listening, waiting for a sound from the empty road across the 30-year old bungalow where she stood, telling herself to stop counting the hours. It’s silent. The house stands at the far end of the road,...
Today, I’m 13,149 days old and it’s my 13,514th sunrise. How do other busy moms celebrate their birthdays? What's the best way to surprise moms on their special day? Share your thoughts! Attika woke me up at five in the morning, as usual. We went about our usual routine: feed, burp, sing. No, we don’t just suddenly break out into song like...
Cure for Mondays It is typical for people to blurt out sayings – or post them, as we call it in this time and age of social networking. I read whatever comes up on my page and I’m glad how it has become easier for people to have a “voice”. Sometimes though, I can’t help but think if people post life quotes because...
Cure for Mondays If I’d have to worry about the flailing economy; the bills that keep on coming around uninvited; the arrogant people in power; the overflowing grease trap; underqualified teachers; overqualified bitches; narcissistic friends; the overly anticipated end of the world; the skyrocketing prices of everything; the spectral zit that appears in every full moon; irresponsible parents who breed materialistic little people;...
