My mother always had spider plants (chorophytum comosum)in her garden no matter what country we lived in. The only time she stopped having them was when
Category: Existentialism
Glamping #3: The Writing Corner
While growing up, my room was my sanctuary. As an only child, my room was where I could indulge in games, write, read, listen to
Scent Of An Evening*
Click HERE to read the article with the full set of photographs As I wrote this, the rain clouds were forming over Berlin and in
Glamping #2: Life Without TV
It constantly amazes me how dependent we become over the course of our lives on gadgets. As children, depending on what generation you belong to,
A Matter of Perspective
“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me” A.G. via awelltravelledwoman There are days when
Parallel Lives
Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. Let it go. – Nikita Gill (author of Your Soul is a River) The above was
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