I must have been about 8 years old when the little girl in the desk next to me said I was going to go to hell. I was scared. I imagined a pit of pitch dark and flaming orange fires. But for some reason I didn’t believe I would get stuck there and die. Shame,… Continue reading Why it’s important to find your tribe: a lesson in kindness
It’s not often that I find myself backpacked and breathing heavily, trampling on stony footpaths. Especially on Monday mornings. They don’t really feel like appropriate times for carefree chitchats when there are things to do, lists to tick… you know what I mean? Beginning of the week kind of stuff? Well you know what? The… Continue reading Monday morning revelations
So call me a liar for saying that I only had one comment on Oscar because I clearly have more. I cannot tell you why because really, it all seems like such a waste of time gabbling on about him because after all, nothing I say is going to affect the appeal and who cares what I have to… Continue reading Oscar and Me: Are we both liars?