Do you remember being fourteen years of age? I recall feeling lost at the time. Thankfully, there was Chris Isaak. Continue reading
We all have our brain-fog moments, whether we are ill or not. Apart from one disturbing incident where I couldn’t recall my own phone number, my brain-fog is fairly easy to live with. Continue reading →
We were thinking that catching mice – luring them into the trap with cheese and peanut butter – was the hardest part. As it turned out, we were rather naive. Continue reading →
Hello lovelies, thinking you are going to read an anecdote-like story with a yummy recipe – perhaps a spicy, Indian curry – with chicken? I am sorry to disappoint you, but there is no such thing. Continue reading →
Spring is a wonderful season. It never ceases to amaze me that everything is coming back to live. A butterfly appears from nowhere, green stuff pops up from a dark and sullen ground, and then the bumblebees: don’t they make a lovely sound?
I know this is the real thing, but this season always feels a bit like magic. Continue reading →
Not long ago, I sent a postcard to a friend for her 40th birthday. It said ‘a good life is when you smile often and dream BIG.’ It made me wonder about my own life. I can smile, but I do not know how to dream big. Continue reading →
Perhaps it is because I am an art historian, but I feel the need to defend work made by Piet Mondriaan (1872-1944). Recently, a family member complained about the Dutch government paying 82 million guilders for his Victory Boogie Woogie (1942-1944), because a kid could do it.
I am an art teacher as well, so let me give it a go and try to explain some of the fundamentals regarding this legendary painter. Continue reading →
I still struggle with many aspects of mindfulness, for instance trying to be in the moment, to stop worrying or stop the self-criticism. But there is that one aspect of mindfulness that is not that hard: imperfection. I am rather good at that. Continue reading →
Did you enjoy Easter? Have you gone out hunting for eggs? We are not into that sort of festivities, but last year we had a chicken about 5 meters or yards up our tree, and a man in the garden. He was not even wearing a bunny suit.
No, I am not writing this after a liquid lunch – whether or not with eggs. This is what really happened… Continue reading →