First loves

It was hard not to look at you. I walked away from you, but the truth was I couldn’t help wondering about you. I wondered what your name was. What you did to get that incredible tan. What your laughter would sound like. If you wondered about me too. That was the first time I…

The tea-losophy of love

I made tea this morning – an ordinary mug with ordinary leaves that whirl around as you pour hot water in.   Tendrils of steam tracing lazy patterns in the air.   A faint aroma that whispers of endless green fields dusted with pointed straw hats.   So much beauty from a single mug.  …

In pictures: How to tell good eggs from the bad ones

  I don’t know about you, but I sure am extremely unfortunately prone to kitchen accidents of all kinds. From slicing off half my nail to hitting myself in the face with the lid of a water jug when attempting to drink straight from it, one of my most hated accidents would be the unintentional…

On cheating

A friend recently asked for my thoughts on relationships and cheating. He had stumbled upon a forum and was surprised by the overwhelming number of people who had cheated or been cheated on. This has always been a relatively painful subject for me to explore. Cheating to me is revolting and plain wrong, especially in…

Letting go

Sometimes, having to let go of someone is like having to cut off a gangrenous arm. I can see the decay creeping over and within me. I know that cutting it off will stop the pain, that it will prevent the rest of me from falling into ruin. That it will save me. But losing…