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
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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
It Takes Guts
To flaunt your individuality! When I first saw her at the metro station I was stunned at the boldness, and wondered whether she had lost
Goodnight in Berlin*
As in the American artist Veryl Goodnight, whose sculpture The Day The Wall Came Down stands proudly along the Clayallee in Berlin-Zehlendorf in front of
My Personal Mother’s Day
I grew up in countries that place a high value on Mother’s Day. The cynicism that has developed over the last two decades about this
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