Unordinary tales of the ordinary.
Yesterday, I woke up the mother of a four-year-old. I have no idea how it happened, but there he was – a four-year-old sleeping in his bed with my very … Continue reading
The mornings are taking longer to rid themselves of the dark and these days the sun has barely broken when I take to the rough asphalt on the street outside … Continue reading
October. It was the last time I wrote a post. That is four whole months of hanging my head in shame. But in all that procrastination, those unfulfilled best intentions, … Continue reading
It is October already. Not really sure what it is about October, but as soon as the first comes around I seem to find myself thinking: “Shit, it’s the end … Continue reading
I really, really know I should be writing right now. Writing as in – writing that novel that’s never going to finish itself. The guilt is there. I have barely … Continue reading
I dream of being a pronoiac explorer. A wha? Yep, I had never heard of Pronoia before until some amazing people shared the joy of free will astrologer Robert Brezny. Reading … Continue reading
There are few childhood memories that are clear as crystal to me, as if they were yesterday, happy ones where I can almost taste my youth. Hanging out at my … Continue reading