THE LETTER "F" F orever forging forward, dragging everything and everyone along in her wake, as unwittingly flew towards the finishing line. Fearless, feral, funny, and viscerally loyal. She understood from an early age her function in life. She was the sun, with friends, family and potential partners revolving around her. At least that is …
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Costa Rica
Breakfast in the forest We awaken to the trumpet like blare of peacocks (an alternative to the more clichéd rooster), the rustling of palm fronds and a variety of squeaks and clicking sounds from insects and animals in the undergrowth. From the terrace of our guest-house, which is a wooden structure on stilts, painted a …
CHAPTER II – CONNECTIONS
A bulky builder with huge working hands, fingers thick as sausages and cracked skin (the sort of hands that Tina Modotti would photograph) is holding a tiny red and white kitten when we arrive at the house in the morning. Set against the dark cupped paws of the builder, the kitten's delicate tininess is emphasized; …
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “A”
THE LETTER "A" A rguably, we should have seen it coming. I’ll accept half the blame. To accurately assess the situation, we needed to acknowledge our avid avoidance of the inevitable, an agitated emotional state, and, in my opinion, his anachronistic ideas regarding relationships. As is the case most times, the significant aha moments in …
I love New York
History and Family Saga If you want to get a good smattering of New York's history under your belt without having to endure a dry read, may I suggest Edward Rutherford's New York. It is a chunky volume (981 pages) that covers the 1600's through to 2001. New York is a fantastic read (think Gone …
The little boat that could
When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet old country town suspended, uncertainly, between past and present. My mom's childhood home faced onto a gravel courtyard full of bikes and cats, kerchiefed grandmas shelling …
CHAPTER I – REMINISCING
I sat down over two hours ago, but so far…nothing. Scribble pad still virgin, computer screen still blank. “Shout if you need anything.” I had said to the workmen downstairs before climbing to my perch on the third floor. It is all very casual here. Shouts and swearing, laughter and arguments and lots and lots …
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “G”
THE LETTER "G" Governing the night were: gritty interiors, grimy toilets, great music, gutsy performances, gargantuan gin and tonics, good friends with garish hair and gregarious strangers sporting equally gaudy dos. Exercise was gyrating and grinding on the dance floor or aerobicizing in the gym. Guzzling life was our mantra. Stir and repeat. Great times …
Meet you in Paris
I awake to a drizzly grey morning in Paris. It is the type of gloomy weather day that only European cities manage to pull off. From the tiny guest bedroom on the second floor, my window overlooks a charming internal courtyard that could easily be a vignette from 1940. My friend’s flat, interestingly, occupies parts …
Manu writes 