I have always been 'aunty' in the first definition, but today I am also an 'aunt'.
At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
I see the whole world as a Realm of Possibility, without the false borders, a world within our worlds mostly in our heads.
Here's to the next five years, to survival, to democracy.
I’ve seen these hills, they were the same when I first saw them and they are the same now.
Leaving something for the next generation is like writing your name on a foggy glass which disappears as the glass clears. It doesn't matter.
The truth is, Valentine's is great for those of us who watch. But there's a thorn on every rose.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
We never really take the 'new' in New Year seriously do we? I know I don't.