For the lives that we love, and everything that comes with it.
I love strong women. There is something powerful about a woman who lives without limits. Something brave and beautiful. A woman who stands up not only for herself but for others. She’s sexy. She’s resilient. She’s truly feminine. Women have fought hard simply to have a voice that could be not only heard, but also considered and respected.
“You have to wear your trousers!” “I don’t want to wear my trousers!” “And I don’t want to have this conversation, but here we are!”
Last year my elderly father suffered a devastating health crisis that rendered him unable to care for himself. He can walk a little around the house, use the toilet, bathe himself with some help, and eat independently, but beyond that, he cannot provide his own sustenance. I traveled there to help as much as I could, a story that I already told in my piece Happiness Is My New Year’s Resolution. I spent months there, helping as much as possible so my mother could leave the house and wouldn’t lose her job. But a thought hunted me relentlessly: what will happen to my mother once I have to go back to work and my own life? How will she handle this hardship on her own? She didfn’t have the resources nay the intention to put my father in a nursing home. How, then, would she manage?
Dearest Aunty Becky, The nights are long and cold now. I write to you from the porch stairs. The wood feels like icicles on my thighs. However, when the lights are off and the sky is left to breathe, the porch is where the stars pulsate the strongest. Though I must say, no place on Earth has more diamondized stars than where your soul is.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I live near the ocean. I’m half-brown and half-black in color. Both my ears are black; my tail is all brown. We are a group of four who own this area. We don’t allow other dogs to enter our territory. We usually get scraps of meat from the nearby butcher shop. We have to fight with the rowdy cats who roam around in the same area for a meager piece of meat. There’s also a food cart nearby; we lick the leftover food from the discarded plates. Also, there’s an overflowing dustbin near the statue where the cows usually go. We get plenty there. So overall, life was good.
Those who are planning to go on a holiday should make the necessary preparations to enjoy their time away from home. While it may seem as simple as booking a hotel and heading out the door, leaving home for a significant period does require some planning and forethought. From paying what's owed to re-stocking the fridge, here are some practical and easy to follow tips on how to make your next vacation a smooth experience.
This year has indeed been tough for most of us. Some have been more affected than others, but being thrown off the train you are on is a challange for everyone. But I am also sure a lot of good has come out of this, maybe someone has found their call in life, maybe someone was fired and therefore has no choice but to start that business that they dreamt of. Maybe someone went back to school and got a degree. My year started in Italy, in my husband's family home where we had lived for 3 years. The first lockdown started in March there and we were forced to stay in the house. This was not all too bad due to the big garden and the sunshine. But in mid-may we moved back to London, where we now live. And since we moved, I have been on my own with my toddler and my dog as my husband has been overseas working. Due to the pandemic, he hasn’t been able to return home as often as we wanted so it’s been a rough year to say the least. In order to handle a full-time job, a toddler and a dog in a London flat without a garden I had to start looking for a dog sitter that could help me from time to time. I got in contact with a guy, let’s call him Pete, on a pet sitters’ website and he seemed lovely so we decided to meet up so he could meet our dog. They fell instantly in love and a few days later he took her home to his wife.
The Night was quiet... jokes on you it's never quiet. As the madness grew and my insides became unsteady, I knew it was time to move. Tonight, was unlike any other. Foreign yet comforting. “Why is that...” I asked myself. Having no recollection of my last thought so I decide to evacuate my home. “In such a hurry as usual.” I comforted myself. Stretching from my long nap; arms fully extended I feel alive and to my fullest. “Nobody can stop me tonight.” I whispered to myself. “Who????....... oh, shut up already. I'm tired of hearing that”. As the wind blew across my hair, I felt rejuvenated. Washing away the scent of yesterday I strive forward. Intensifying my body's movements my speed increases, jolted as if I ran into a wall by that unknown force once more..... “That hasn’t happened in a while”. Moving with It I regain stability as if it were there to purposely mess me up, feeling stronger than yesterday I flowed with it feeling connected. I am no longer scared. A cry in a far yet close place my head turns to follow it. Rushing to see what tonight has brought me once more I panic excitedly toward the woods. “Who knows what they are up to tonight” I said aggressively. Sure, enough a mom with her babes are playing by the old willow tree. “Intriguing!”. With my new found knowledge I hide five rows of pine back and wait. Observing the family, I notice their differences. The children seem darker than the mother; wait there's another... there sister radiates and is easily seen. They squirm in fright unsure of what set them off I look around wondering if I made a noise. Quickly looking back, I notice they calmed down as did the wind. “I need to leave as soon as it picks back up again”. The trees rustle and I snap back into motion looking for the next thing that captures my attention. Hearing the water left me wondering what else could be out tonight. Getting closer I hear the rapids and glee in excitement. Something sounds like its nearby. The Sun must be near; the waters blinding me off of the surface. My timing must be off, did I sleep through the night? It seems so big, so full. My gut drops “OWOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEWWWW” the Wolves howled. I FLEE FROM THE RAPIDS!!!!. “Today's going to be short lived” I said to myself. My gut untangling, I head back to the family I saw earlier wondering if they’re still there where I left them. Just enough space between the branches for me to squeeze through, I catch another breathe of fresh air as my mind eases. “Yup sure sounds like they’re there. I'm always so good at this! It's like I can see the future.” Nearing my previous spot behind the pine I observe once more: This time with my eyes. The daughter still glowing as if she was destined for this night she shined bright. Her brothers scurry around her as if to hide her from me, yet they aren't disturbed just moving naturally. It's quite beautiful it seems as if they're protecting her to dim her glow. The mothers moving back toward their home. “Does she see me? No of course not, don’t flake on me now. Who???” “It's too early I'm not quite ready yet. Home sounds nice” Relaxed this time for the first time today I head back to my home. “It's quite cool tonight.” “Who said that?” The exhaustion from the travel sets in as I see my door. Reaching my bed, I fluster into my comfy spot. Not too soft, yet not rough like when I first woke. My mind stirs rapidly “Not againnnnn.... I just got comfy.” I start to fluster once more moving to my door I understand that I was hearing something. “What is it??? Who is it???” A large shadow passed the side of the house headed toward the woods. “I wish someone was here with me” I said to myself with concern. A smaller shadow starts to appear oddly shaped like the last on the side of the barn. Is it alien....? “whoooow, it's only a human.”