I left the house this morning at the usual time, which in these days means at the crack of dawn. Am trying out a morning routine that actually gets me out the door on time or earlier, and so far it is working. The cold wind felt like a slap in the face though, and
Category: Through Frog Eyes
Winter is definitely not my favourite season and the list of things I dislike about it is far longer than the positive items. Layers (and layers) of clothing: when I first moved to Berlin back in 2001, one of the aspects of living here that my then three-year-old daughter and I had a devil of
It wasn’t too long ago that I was getting the house ready for Advent, Christmas, New Year, and most importantly, the arrival of my daughter from Florence. Once she was here my world was whole again, and whatever was missing or felt hollow was suddenly filled. But all good things come to an end, and
One of the greatest parenting secrets my mother passed on was to raise my child as a friend, a best friend. So when my daughter asked me recently what my opinion is about the phrase “I am not your friend, I am your mother” I was rather shocked. In my book, I cannot possibly imagine
Meet Elvis, a Muscovy Duck I mistook for a goose, and I apologised profusely to him, especially after meeting his partner. Elvis is a nickname I bestowed the good duck, so for consistency’s sake, I will refer to his partner as Priscilla. She definitely looked like the rocker duck’s partner, with the tamed down look
“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.” -Martin Luther King Jr. Happy New Decade Everyone! I desperately needed a few days away from blogging in the new year, simply because I was swamped
I found this photograph in my archives and decided it was the perfect way to close the decade. This was taken in Udaipur, India, showcasing the glorious past, the remain of a decaying era struggling so hard to keep up with the changing times. My life during the last decade was all about keeping up,
Dear Blog Readers, It is Sunday and the sun came out, what joy! I was able to sit in the sun on a blanket and be at peace with the world. Well, to some extent. I didn’t require rescue remedy drops last night, nor my anti-stress paste. The pheromone collar is doing its job and
Dear Blog Readers, So this is what’s been happening since yesterday. The anti-stress paste and Rescue Remedy drops have done wonders for my nerves and anxiety. I slept through the night and only dared to make a fuss at 7:30am for breakfast. Speaking of which, much as I try to be sociable, eating with others
The last three days have been dedicated to decluttering, beginning with the closet. One of the advantages of moving from one country to another so often is that you are forced to sort through your things on a regular basis and discard what is no longer needed, has been outgrown, or was just wasting away
