Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
We had a very robust English literature syllabus while I was in school. Pope, Dylan Thomas, Matthew Arnold, Sassoon, Rupert Brooke et al. I specially remember Pope because just reading the title of his famous long poem 'The Rape Of The Lock', had us all giggling like silly school girls (which we were) and also... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many... Continue Reading →
Now that's not a word that means your kids are at summer camp or has Grandma babysitting while you take off on a holiday. No indeed. Childfree is a proper concept thank you very much and one that's catching more momentum as well. Today there are more people who consciously take the decision to not... Continue Reading →
Life offers up platitudes GALORE. Some are self-generated and the others are ladled out by well-intentioned albeit unoriginal people. But platitudes, clichés whatever we choose to term them, do serve a purpose. The first time I saw this scene in Victor Victoria, it struck me for a reason I wasn't able to define or even... Continue Reading →
These aren't those bleating goats. No Siree! They are those invisible metaphorical goats whose horns keep poking at you something fierce about stuff that irks you at the very least and makes you want to take a sledgehammer to stuff at times. So back to all my irks...and there are quite a few...dirty nails, people... Continue Reading →
Kids are trouble. If our parents had known that then and unless they were full of the love of humankind our existence would be voided. But this is a more realistic and non-candy floss way of looking at having kids. The making of the kids is probably the best part of the entire deal but... Continue Reading →
I am a daughter of an never-diagnosed, almost-OCD father. And I mean that in semi-jest. Growing up, life was a series of bedspreads which had to be redone because of a semi-wrinkle towards the edge of the bed and the litany of "Perfection is NOT an accident." My mother, God Bless HER!, isn't OCD but... Continue Reading →
I swear you can't make up the kind of stuff that resides in a child's imagination! Most of my talks with my kid start with him telling me something he's heard or read or seen. The stuff he's read and seen is more reliable given the way his mind processes information. The stuff he's heard... Continue Reading →
I used to like to read Cosmo and Marie Claire and Better Homes&Gardens until I realized that they weren't reflective of my reality at all. According to Cosmo (and its ilk) life should be all about my body type, where I'm out on weekends at least 2xs a month and be having rip-roaring, toe-curling orgasms... Continue Reading →
Red bought an Echo Dot for th house last year. Suffice to say it's the digital pet. The offspring has bonded with Alexa quite a bit. I keep hearing his voice trilling , "Alexaaaa" on and off right from the time he's up in the mornings. Echo Dot has more capabilities that can be tapped... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 