Letters of love and fettered furor (usually separate) were more my thing. I had been on the foster-to-adoption waiting list for eight months. I come…
Absolutely fine
The sun was dazzling; the rays seemed to stroke my face saying “it’s going to be a beautiful life.” I had stopped checking the letterbox to…
To be or not to be. The singleton’s conundrum.
I am not really a fan of thinking things all the way through. Thinking things through in a logical rational fashion is the death of…
An Anglican minister, a Catholic nun and a Buddhist philosopher walk into a café
After some strange intrusion of Keanu Reeves into my life, in a stream of existential angst, I wrote a letter to said man – he…
Ganesh, Buddha and Jesus walk into a bar. Memories of Rushi.
Today I learned that my cousin Rushi died, a woman ruled by her heart not her head, with a penchant for bad boys and trouble….