A long night

A long night

I get out of my office. It was a scorching day. The asphalt was melting under my feet as I tried to make my way thru the busy street to my apartment building. The sun hit my head like a hammer, drops of sweating pouring down my forehead and under my ears make me feel...
Vulnerable

Vulnerable

My mom died three years ago. She was 97 and had spent four years in a wheelchair paralyzed because of a stroke. She was a strong woman, very independent, and with a privileged mind. The day she had a stroke, she became suddenly vulnerable and entirely dependent. She...
barometer body

barometer body

My body is like a barometer. Since I can remember, I have migraines associated to storms. I have the symptoms before the storm, so I could always predict them. When I was twelve or thirteen I suffered a serious operation in my tibia bone to remove a tumour and the...

My friend’s paintings

Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self (feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is). Today I have visited  a watercolors exhibition. There were paintings by a friend of mine who suffers of a...

More smiles

Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers). How do you use those extra sixty minutes? What would I do with more time at my disposition? Probably the same I’m doing now but more calmly. I spend most of my...
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