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Love is like that sometimes, isn't it? We can't always be with those we adore. In some cases, we must spend time apart to make advances. The logic is twisted but it's the spaces between that bring us back to the same wavelength. And help us determine we absolutely complement each other. Below, a little… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE
It is hard to make new connections. Life tends to get in the way. There are salaries to earn, children to care for, and a million and one expectations to manage. Weeks slam into each other. Months storm by. Days are filled with the mundane and ordinary. Now and then, we turn so far inwards we… Continue reading ROLL LIKE THUNDER
It took me years to learn how to play the flute. The curve was sharp because I was hostile towards the process from the outset. I thought the flute was too delicate and airy. And I wanted to play the drums instead. But the drums weren't available the day students were matched up with instruments… Continue reading SNAKES AND LADDERS
Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action. ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own Life is full of teachers who come in all shapes and sizes. Some are older, some are younger. Some are worldly while others don't own a passport. Some mentors spoil their students… Continue reading MIRROR, MIRROR (A SALUTE TO OUR TEACHERS)
I once had a boss who worked me into the ground. Cut from the same cloth as Miranda Priestly from the Devil Wears Prada, she was sharp. Abrasive. A master tactician. The head of an international organization (in a "third-world" nation), this woman spent her career tearing down walls and carving out a path in… Continue reading HIT THE GROUND RUNNING
NOT MADE OF GLASS 