I am absolutely certain I don't want to be volunteering in my retirement to be chopping onions only -- I've done enough onion chopping in my household.
When it starts hurting the head and not just the heart...
I think I must have perfected the art of self-censorship — I stopped before I can even say it.
Time is God's gift for healing.
To find THE cheese or to eat the cheese?
Travel is the best antidote for sadness. Anywhere and everywhere.
I looked out the window from my seat aboard the SAAB 340. Enormous land, but empty. Patches of greens and trees, but largely brown earth.
There is so much beauty in the imperfections of the frayed soul made whole again.
The show gives me hope nonetheless that ageing doesn’t have to be boring or disgraceful.
Writing is cathartic. It saves me from having the incessant monologues in my head.