I guess I will start my blog entries with the following: today is Sunday, my children and partner are not with me today. My body is recovering from a half marathon where I placed 4th in my age category (yeah some of us discovered we like running in our 30’s!) I took my sertraline and…

Como las mariposas volando alto,Con esa poesía que tu alma recitaba,se escucharía en un hermoso ecoCelebrando tu libertad.Abuela, ¿a donde hubieras ido?¿Si hubieses vivido tu verdad?Si siglos de machismo, no te hubiesen herido.Abuela, tu valor corre por mis venas,yo te daré libertad, Recorreré las tierras,Que tus ojos querían ver,Seré feliz para sanarte, para sanarnos.Abuela,Cuando soltabas tu…

I am looking at the jar of regrets soaking in formalin, stoping the decomposition of going through healing. I want the Mandarax In my desk to tell me how to get out of the cycle, and let it decompose. It is already dead, no matter how you poke it or try to revive it with…

Como las mariposas volando alto,Con esa poesía que tu alma recitaba,se escucharía en un hermoso ecoCelebrando tu libertad.Abuela, ¿a donde hubieras ido?¿Si hubieses vivido tu verdad?Si siglos de machismo, no te hubiesen herido.Abuela, tu valor corre por mis venas,yo te daré libertad, Recorreré las tierras,Que tus ojos querían ver,Seré feliz para sanarte, para sanarnos.Abuela,Cuando soltabas tu…

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which…

“Oh, I can’t explain. When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one…