fate

Personally now with that mind-blowing wonder of hindsight, I can look back over the past twenty odd years, if not more of my life and I have to question whether the constant fretting that I seemed incapable of stopping served any purpose whatsoever.
"We become what we behold. We shape our tools and then our tools shape us." Marshall McLuhan Some Fifty years ago, I was
Alice came with the house. She is the maid. An observant, motherly figure in her late fifties, Alice could have been a character in a silent film. It was possible to walk into a room and not know that she was there, levitating through the house like a human hovercraft.
By the time I flew home, I was in talks with a newspaper editor in Nairobi and had six weeks to plan my move: five months, one week and one day after R and I had first met. The nearness of my impending departure, this time with a veiled sense of permanence hanging over it, hit my mum a little more.
I set my bag down on a chair in the airport café, sensing someone's eyes on me. I looked up and straight into the watchful gaze of a man seated on the far side of the cafe, talking into his mobile phone in an accent it was hard to make out.
Today I was one of the many affected by the power outage at Sydney Airport. It all comes down to Mercury Retrograde you know....but I'm not going to start with that sort of shit in today's article... Yes, I was planning on leaving yet again.
Imagine a dice that'll never land? You'd be hard-pressed to find one on this planet certainly, but one astronaut has managed
I have observed the Cuckoo Pint for several years now. This year, the flowers appeared later than usual but were pollinated faster than 2013. The pollination of the flowers occurred in June last year and the fruit ripened in August. We are still in May and the flowers have been pollinated already.
I recalled this happy event recently. His name was Wayne and we kissed as How Deep is Your Love by the Bee Gees played in the background. I was 13 years old and he was 16. I remember being completely enthralled and in love. That was then.
Albertina- this gentle pensioner had recently lost two grandchildren- one in a road accident and the other from a heart attack. She had just returned from comforting her daughter who is 'coping' with the loss of her two children. Albertina is teaching herself French to take her mind off her lost grand kids...