I keep trying to find an answer in my head which I could give to my oh so British husband to explain, what romance is. In the end, it’s oh so very simple and interestingly enough very similar to my long-found-answer as to what love is. Love is effort we…

Here is the short story of an uncle of mine. He’s 70 something. Yes, 70 odd years old. He was married for a long time and a couple of years ago finally got divorced. I say finally, because those two were miserable and we all knew it. While his ex-wife…

I don’t have my own room. And I’m crumbling. I know, I know, Virginia Woolf’s Essay was actually called ‘A Room of One’s Own’ but I always thought, it should have been called ‘her own’ because in the end she discussed the need for a woman to have her own…

I know this sounds absurd but it’s just an observation I have of my step children in comparison to the childhoods of my generation. Children these days suffer severe trauma when bullied at school. I’m not trying to diminish their suffering, not at all, ok? But here’s my question. Our…

Today I woke up in tears. Literally. You know those dreams where you cry in your dreams but when you wake up, the memory of it is instantly almost gone? But on very rare occasions, something touches you so deeply, that as you wake up, you feel actual tears running…

No, I’m not here to discuss Ivan Turgenev’s novel, don’t worry:). Here is what I came across yet again and it inspired me to write today. My husband told me about this British colleague of his who lives in Taiwan. Let’s call him John. John is an IT developer, a…