My husband caught me staring into space earlier today, and asked, “What are you thinking about?” “That our house is so small,” I replied. “Other people live in still smaller homes,” he pointed out. Two things: 1. Our house is
“You can get your partner to lead however you want; kick him or tell him the next move, but you do not lead!” joked our dance instructor, addressing the women in the salsa class. My husband and I signed up
There’s this show on Netflix called Heartland. I love it. I’m hooked. Each time a new season is uploaded, my husband knows I’m going to be glued to my laptop for the next few days. The question that begs my
Scene I: There’s a girl in the mirror, looking right at me. Should I look back or turn and flee? Hips – too big, arms – too fat Thighs – too jiggly, stomach – let’s not talk about that.
The night it happened, I was sleeping over at my relatives’ place, close to the university. It was dark by the time I left the lab, and a paper I had due the next morning was still killing me. No amount of
I love Christmas. No, seriously… I truly love Christmas. While growing up, every year we would set up the Christmas tree on the first of December. Hurriedly, we would unpack the Christmas tree, and pulled out all the shoe boxes
Last evening was a gone show. This is how it all started – we were invited to a friend’s wedding. My husband left early to help out but I chose to go later in the evening. Attending a wedding as
Confession: I go to any length to avoid feeling anxious. When I was in class six and all the cool girls in class were getting a lot of attention from boys, I felt left out. So, I did the most