Category Archives: Me talking
That is 3.30 in the afternoon, and if I am lucky it starts even at three o’clock. But it also happened that the day didn’t start before six. And since we usually eat around seven – with me being in … Continue reading →
Last Thursday a GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast was dropped on an ISIS target in Afghanistan. In the news this has been referred to as the MOTHER Of All Bombs. Brilliant, ain’t it? Whomever came up with the Mother Of … Continue reading →
I never thought it useful to complain about the weather. And, according to mindfulness, I am right and it doesn’t. For the last two years I have been practicing mindfulness and it has been very helpful. Don’t get me wrong: … Continue reading →
The new bin is called Mister Bin. I could not for the life of me imagine a bin being female. I welcomed him into his new home, showed him his place and wanted to put in a bag. That is … Continue reading →
‘Can you see how this painting is only about dark colors? The absence of outspoken colors emphasizes the intimacy of this art work. These browns and reds suggest a warm and cozy atmosphere.’ This is not me talking in front … Continue reading →
Last week was not about Donald Trump, of course not! It was all about Jen Brea, a fellow ME-sufferer. And it was rather a good week for the ME community, all in all.
Apparently, Melania Trump is a trophy wife. When she was referred to like this in Dutch media, I noticed it was done by men. Even if Donald Trump indeed treats her like a trophy, does this make her a trophy … Continue reading →
I don’t like being told what to do. Or how to behave or how to look, but that is just the way it is in this world for everyone. We are told and tell others that a skirt is too … Continue reading →
‘Well, thank you very much,’ a dear friend let me know sarcastically. After I mentioned the actor Robson Green, she spent a whole weekend watching a complete season of Grantchester. Of course, the poor thing couldn’t help herself. But I … Continue reading →
Less than a week before the beginning of 2016 I dropped my smartphone, resulting in a cracked screen. I hated myself for it, and then and there my New Year’s Resolution was born: lose the self-blame.