Time for Salsa Reform


I desperately want to be a successful gardener. It is a bit embarrassing to admit the level of euphoria green growing things emit on my life. I am a freaky tree hugger who cannot but help touching leaves, smelling flowers, sitting in amazement at new blooms. There is something so idyllic about walking out your … Continue reading Time for Salsa Reform

Grief and the magic trick of peripheral vision


I write. a lot. I used to share almost all of them. But not of late. How many sad things can you write about before your friends stage an intervention? Or just stop reading? It happened again today. But at work. All the things are that are just below the surface threatened to bubble over … Continue reading Grief and the magic trick of peripheral vision