This is definitely the first time I am blogging from under a tree. My previous appointment ended early and I am way too early for
This is definitely the first time I am blogging from under a tree. My previous appointment ended early and I am way too early for
As I sat at my desk this morning, hands wrapped around a deliciously strong cup of coffee, I stared in horror at the calendar. Friday.
Netty spent most of the day yesterday buried deep in the scarf she was nestled in. Towards the evening she made a few attempts to
Saturday mornings mean leisurely brunches and home baked goodies that land on the table, enjoyed over music and the luxury of knowing that there is
The story continues: The washing machine master technician returned with the spare part and got right to work. I beat him home by five minutes
Maybe it is a generation gap or my conservative Asian upbringing, perhaps even the fact that I lived in cities where tattoos were usually associated