Toddlers can be adorable and frustrating.
Armed with curiosity, naivety and a growing sense of independence, they push the most patient of us to the limit.
As they discover the world around them, their actions go from cute to infuriating. They switch from angel mode to beast mode and back as the situation demands.
And then they flash a smile that will melt away your anger.
If your child acts like this, have no fears. Science has proven that this behaviour is fit for their age.
At no other time has this become clear than during the pandemic. The work…
Here are excerpts from a review of my New York Times bestseller:
On Not Writing: A Memoir on the Art of Procrastination.
Writing isn’t about following a routine, reading a lot or making an impact. It’s not about providing entertainment or inspiration. It’s not about focusing on the reader or using the word ‘You’ more times than not. It was never about any of that. In the end, it’s about enriching yourself in the shortest time. By any means possible. It’s about writing for yourself and your interests. When inspiration strikes. Throw in essays of your imaginary sex life and…
Hello, It’s me.
I was wondering if after all these articles you’d like to meet,
To go over, ‘hang tight, we are processing this’,
they say time is supposed to change it,
But I ain't seen much curation.
Hello, can you hear me?
I'm in curation jail wondering of what could’ve been,
If I was crushing and going viral,
I've forgotten how it feels to have so many views.
There is such a distance between us,
And a million words unseen.
Hello from curation jail, I must have clicked a thousand times, To see if you took a look, After…
I started sleeping-in when I was 20. Since then, I have destroyed the snooze button on 15 different alarm clocks. In July 2020, I spent an average of 20 hours a day, six days a week shuffling between my bed, the kitchen and the washroom. In no particular order.
Lately, I have developed a fondness for binge-watching Netflix. Although I am losing the battle for the remote against my family, I have no intention of quitting. To give up binging would be like giving up laziness, which would be like giving up procrastination.
When I exhaust my Netflix membership my…
And no better place to start than at the beginning, so let me do that.
I know you’ve heard the rumours. I know you saw the comments. I know you sensed something was off when I started clearing my browsing history. And stopped posting stuff on social media. I know you didn’t believe it when I told you I was working late. Or when I spent hours away from you with my new friends. Or the other time when you saw the private message on my article which I didn’t let you read.
I know you have many questions so…
I watched the story unfold. Five years and four months it ran. I floated out after the first episode but stayed till the fifth season.
“You have a role to play, they said, you dare not breach the agreement.”
You aren’t deserving of much, you’re worthless and defective.
Silenced when I resisted, I lost sight of who I was.
I never got to live. I struggled not to lose.
I found the space and courage, to heal the deepest wounds. To confront my history. To take ownership of the tragedy.
To realise I’m now safe,
I will resolve the intolerable.
I love a good rom-com as much as the next person. The same goes for a heartwrenching, emotional Nicholas Sparks book. But, nothing impacts me more than watching someone I know treat the love of their life with respect. It goes straight from my eyes to my head and heart. It renews my faith in love.
The quotes below aren’t from a Grammy Award-winning movie. Nor are they from a relationship coach or Instagram influencer. They’re from my 64-year-old friend, Martin, who for three decades has demonstrated true love to his wife Faith.
2021 marked their 33rd wedding anniversary. Early…
You’d held on for far too long. You’d thought you could make it work.
You’d felt it’s the best you’d get.
What little you’d accepted. What lies you’d believed.
What contempt you’d found.
You see how you’d hurt. You see how deep you’d sunk.
You see how lost you’d felt.
Until you let it go. Until you chose to fight.
Until you demanded more.
You reached your hand to them. You let them pull you up.
You found what it takes to come alive.
They shone a light. They cast out the shadows.
They brought love to a wounded heart.
There’s nothing like that first release. As you feel your body get hot with each movement. Even though you do it daily. Once a guy told me that watching me makes him want some of it too. I knew what he meant.
We all know of the physical advantages. We feel great because the brain releases feel-good hormones in large quantities. We’ve known this for a while.
But this goes way deeper.
As you enter the zone, you feel your body respond.
Tension leaves your body.
All focus is on the present. …
The argument you had.
Physical Illness. Trouble at work. Fatigue.
I tense up.
Brace myself for what’s coming.
I've walked over these landmines before.
But, I never know which one I’ll set-off.
I tiptoe around you. I make an extra effort to support you.
I avoid you.
But, there’s an explosion.
You apologise and blame all at once. You deny.
You justify your actions.
You pay me extra attention. You are present.
You meet my emotional needs.
I question myself. It wasn’t as bad. You didn’t mean to.
Now, I know what to avoid.
But, do I?