Opera
She gave her life to art while her lover was tortured in the wing. My father would stare at the long avenues ahead.
She gave her life to art while her lover was tortured in the wing. My father would stare at the long avenues ahead.
She held on, the nurses marveling at her tenacious strength. They declared that she was not letting go quite yet.
Anticipation is vulnerability. The looking-forward to small pleasures was getting him through these dark days of lockdown.
where the humanity around me dissolves into bodies and the humanity within me dissolves into mind.
Anne-Marie includes personal and professional efficacy, thoughtful research and personal goal development.
Will my life be analyzed through a feminist lens? It sure as hell would be boring if you approached it biographically.
Marrying the kindest man you’d ever met still felt like a caging, only this time it was you who turned the key.
These days in every direction I look, the world is falling apart. Fires and floods and extreme temperatures. A global pandemic. Almost 100 million refugees in the world seeking safe haven…
Marja would write the curse, seal it in a film canister, and then, in the guise of being a welcoming neighbour, bury it in the roots of whatever Marja planted in the garden as a gift.