I took a quiz to determine my emotional age once. It turned out I was split exactly between four-year-old and sixty-plus. “Sounds about right,” a friend said. Everyone else in the room nodded.
I’m married, mother of one and, if all goes well, of a rainbow baby (i.e. born after at least one miscarriage, three in my case) in February. I was born and raised in France, but left my home country over ten years ago to live in other Western European countries: Belgium, Germany, and now Switzerland. As a multilingual, multicultural country that embraced neutrality from its inception, firmly…
I am speaking with my agent over the phone. She is a cheerful, enthusiastic young woman. She does not know that I am going to let her down. I know I am going to let her down. I hate having to let her down.
“I am so excited that you decided to heed my advice and inject some spice into your romance novel!” She says. “I cannot wait to read the sex scene between Alberto and Dolorosa! And remember. It has to be steamy. STEAMY. Hot hot hot!”
“A sex scene first thing tomorrow morning!” She says, and then screams…
I discovered Adrienne Rich in my final year of college, at 21. She was on the curriculum of a modern poetry class. As I went through the Norton critical edition of her poetry and prose, I fell for her poetry. Her first works were written in careful meter, while she was still a married mother of three. She developed an interest in the civil rights movement and, as she embraced a less conventional and braver lifestyle, explored her Jewish roots and fell in love with fellow author Michelle Cliff, her writing became freer, her poems more fraught with meaning. …
Quiet children dream of wide-berth ships
Taking them to the end of the world
Where time flies away
Quiet children dream their way out.
Their future life will only contain sunlight and new horizons.
Quiet children lower their heads, ready to face storms, dragons, volcanoes.
They won’t be afraid: they face these disasters and monsters every day.
This is why they are so quiet.
They know what destruction feels like.
Quiet children are protecting themselves,
Yet, they dream of adventure,
Living real life, at the helm,
As the ship sways on the ocean.
One day, quiet children will find their…
Yes, girl, the answer to your dating woes is available. Like in a rom com, he was here all along and you just didn’t see him that way. He’ll blow your mind. He’s a cutie. He’s a zombie.
The moment a zombie enters your world, your heart will beat faster.
Because you’ll be running for your life, yes. But think about it: you thought you needed more exercise anyway. Want to try HIIT? Ask a zombie.
You’ll practise running, but also kicking—thereby strengthening your hamstrings and hip flexors—and you’ll develop arm strength as you climb barriers. What starts off as…
From Mrs Meier, apartment 2B, to the other tenants
Reminder: it is forbidden to do your laundry on Sundays in the laundry room. Take note, 1B. You too, 3A.
It is forbidden to leave your laundry hanging around. Pick it up at the end of your allotted time in this shared space. If it isn’t dry yet, lay it out in your own apartment, without pacing too much on the floorboards. I’m thinking about you, 3A.
This note is intended for all tenants but I hope 1B and 3A will read this because they just moved in and they’re the…
“May the long-time sun shine upon you, all love surround you, and the pure light within you guide your way on”
The melody soared from our core and spread inside the room. The kundalini yoga session was at an end; I felt cleansed and energised. Still, a question nagged. We were in the German-speaking part of Switzerland, yet we’d sung in English, not Sanskrit or German.
How did mantras get translated? Who decided on the “right” translation and how did it spread?
There’s been some debate regarding the status of yoga as a religion. While yoga can bring people together…
This doll looks like a troubled soul, it’s true, but it doesn’t have to mean anything, and those dark spots on the bottom of its dress might just be sauce. Yes, it’s holding a knife with a red blade, but maybe it’s supposed to be dicing tomatoes? Why can’t a precious porcelain doll also cook? How prejudiced can you be?
You feel those beady eyes following you around and it makes you nervous? I don’t care. This doll is coming home with us. I got a great deal for it. This kind of collectible can reach well into the hundreds…