seeing the humanity and joy in our everyday
I have hand written letters to my best friend ever since I could remember.
I wrote my first daughter‘s birth story minute by minute, stage by stage.
Books in the mahogany bookcase, books in the vitrines, in place of figurines, knick-knacks and glassware. Books instead of side tables. Books supporting dressers and cabinets, books in wall crevices. Books in the wardrobe. Books in corridors, books behind doors, books on the kitchen table, books in beds, books on the upright piano, books on windowsills. Books at the entrance, books in the balcony.
It is the same day, 11am.
Let us piece the rest of the day, from various sources:
My feelings: of embarrassment, or rather pure terror. In my usual life, I smile and laugh a lot, especially in inappropriate moments. I was somehow convinced I was going to burst out with laughter, so pinching myself I sat, in a fixed uncomfortable position, throughout the ceremony. I remember nothing else.
Continue reading “Our wedding – PART II, or how to piece one memory from different sources”
I am one of those annoying people who never breaks a leg, a hand or a finger; never has a cold, or if they do, they just make it go away; and never, I mean, NEVER, takes medication.
I am married, I have a family and I have changed jobs 5 times, because I wanted to. I feel like I have only moved up.
If my mother had lived to know this, she would find herself in disbelief, but proud. Continue reading “On football and the only World Cup game I have watched this year”
It’s not gilded, it does not shine, nor sparkle, nor wow. It is not colourful; although it does have a beige tinge which I quite like.
This is my poor attempt at reproducing the amazing work of the charity I am featuring today.
***
Time to put my money where my heart is, well, more like, my writing where my heart is. So here it is. Continue reading “#ACCOUNTS THAT COUNT”