Stolen Time

Those rare moments when the world fades away and a quiet descends. I found myself in one of those yesterday ...

New mommy ramble – Not enough milk…

They say ignorance is bliss but freshly descending from new mommy bliss this mommy begs to politely and vehemently differ ...

Just A Number..

It has dawned on me that life passes by in seasons just like the TV shows I love to watch ...

The Whole of the Moon

I pictured a rainbow, you held it in your handsI had flashes, but you saw the planI wondered out in ...
thinking

To Give or Not to Give..

Many many years ago, so many that I no longer remember how many, I remember writing an essay for my ...
last night dance

Last night.. I danced…

Last night, in a jumble of dreams, I danced... I was back in the newly built school auditorium. Now that ...
new year resolution start of something new

Start of Something New

Write more. My new year resolution. Simple. Right? Or maybe I should take a resolution to keep life simple. Simple ...
growing up shades of grey

Shades of Grey

The scene opens up to this rosy-cheeked vibrant little girl running from her governess, running away from rules, towards adventure. She ...
writersbrew poetry

When you are all alone…

What do you do when you have no one to talk to? When you have no one to turn to ...
maltese love first dog

Woof.. Wooof..

I hadn't planned on falling in love again. I was already in love. My heart didn't have room for anyone ...
what is cooking

What’s Cooking Today?

Apparently, guests are the equivalent of Gods. And the one thing I have learnt over the years is that these ...
A reason to smile

A reason to smile

Someone decided today's is best friends day.. We wish you celebrate friendship every day.. Reposting.. I must writeFor I must ...
Smell the Roses

Did you Smell the Roses?

Reposting since am without electricity at my house again... I returned home to darkness. They had disconnected power supply to ...
beauty and the beast and me

Beauty and the Beast and Me

She is a girl who does not want the everyday life. She wants adventure. She does not want to settle ...
Home Poetry

A Home Is…

That wall against which I rest my tired head The last step sitting on which I stare blankly ahead I ...
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