At the end of April I read an article about fashionable diseases. The author is a literature critic – not a medical journalist, but does get paid to write a useless column like that. Continue reading
Have you ever done ballet poses – for instance a grand plié – while waiting at the post office? Or galloped in the streets? In her What I Call Live Show Miranda Hart suggested to give in to your six-year-old self and explore these things. Continue reading →
Twenty years ago, while studying at the art academy, I was wearing lime green nail polish and someone said it looked ‘disgusting.’ The assistant teacher and I got along really well and we laughed about her remark. At the same time I suspected there were others who did not have the guts to state this opinion out loud. Either way, I could not care less, knowing I was not solely defined by the color on my finger nails. Continue reading →
Sent by: Fleur;
Location: Gerard Doustraat, Amersfoort, the Netherlands;
Date: May 7, 2017.
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 bed by 8.30 – that was rather a short day for me. 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 All Nicknames for America’s most powerful non-nuclear bomb was a genius, not to say the Mother Of All Spin Doctors, and deserves a medal for creativity. Or the Nobel Prize, the Mother Of All Allowances. 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: mindfulness will not help me recover my health. But it made me re-embrace life. 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 when trouble began. 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 of a class, or at a lecture explaining subtleties of an artwork. This is me talking to myself.
Last week I listened to BBC’s Woman’s Hour and discovered that it is not abnormal to talk to yourself. Apparently, everyone talks to themselves, so let me confess that I talk to myself quite a lot in order not to lose my marbles while struggling with ME. 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. Continue reading →