Looking on the bright side of things has never really been my strong suit. The times I called myself “optimistic” were also times when I was either assured of success, or arrogant enough to believe that the outlook would be good no matter what. As I grew older, I fell…

I remember why I dropped off the Medium radar. Everything is monetised now.

I am a Too Much Woman.

Ev’yan writes: “Oh, that “too much” woman. . . …

The world is going to hell in a handbasket and pretty much all I would like to say is that everybody needs to remember who the fuck they are.

Politics is a cycle that is already worked out by people far more sinister, far more intuitive than we poor chickens…

As always, for Allen.

Auteur

On days, nights, mornings when sleep eludes me

I sit down and I write.

I write of love and pleasure

I write of home and life.

I write of jealousy, madness, and as your loving wife.

I write of hardships that linger

I write of problems…

When was the last time you had a drink and laughed about yourself with your partner?

For me, it had been a while. But this evening, he bought four beers and a pack of cigarettes, and we walked over to the courtyard and stood behind the gazebo as the sun…

I had wanted to write about myself.

Like a little user-manual using Jungian cognitive functions, MBTI types, astrological signs, philosophical outlook, psychological self-diagnosis, and all these other fascinating methods of how humans get to know themselves. Not only did I see this user-manual as a sort of reckoning of accounts…

They say things start to make sense when you hit your thirties. Essentially you know how things work, and you make the best of what you have, and you learn to love what you do and end up doing what you love. All the platitudes aside, I always saw your…