There is an appartment in my community that I love to peek through the windows. Someone who lives there also has a baby, my trained eye immedietaly spotted an exersaucer, the evidence of babyhood. So, well, I admit, I love to look through their windows so I can see the MESS they have in their appartment. Yes, I am not alone, other people with babies aren’t keeping their homes tidy and neat, either. Their mess makes me feel good???
After my recent breakup I thought I would like my solitude. Yes, I do like it but I am also missing conversations with other grown-ups, that human connection that makes […]
Lot’s Wife – Wislawa Szymborska They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons. I looked back mourning my silver bowl. Carelessly, while […]
“No, I am not broken.” This thought crosses my mind when I am packing up my belongings again. The movers arrived and we are loading my few possessions into my […]
How will I know most definitely that your permanence is real? That a kiss on my lips, today, you steal will not become an obsolete antique buried in the affairs […]