Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Tuesday January 22, 2013. Temperature: -21 degrees Celsius (-5.8 degrees Farenheit). Yours truly: en route from point A to point B, on foot, all layered up as advised by the morning news, including my version of snow boots: So, en route on foot, I spot the very bus I need. It’s closer to … More “Running” Woman
Apologies in advance to my non-Amharic speaking readers, but this article reminded me of the days, waaaay back, when I used to collect Amharic words in notebooks reserved specially for that purpose. I considered myself an Amharic word connoisseur of sorts, jotting down any new and unusual word I came across that I … More 14 Wonderful Words, Amharically Speaking
Would it be presumptuous of me to claim that I know a thing or two about being a child of divorce? Not of the parental kind (although I do remember praying for that once, in a moment of adolescent lunacy). I mean the best friend divorce. Some friendships are like marriages in how deep and … More Aftermath
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys. How’s the water.” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What … More Fish Food For Thought
When my soon-to-be landlords told me that there was going to be an Ethiopian lady moving in downstairs in a month, they said it like it was a good thing. I wasn’t exactly thrilled, to say the least. I kind of hoped it wouldn’t happen. I even considered not taking the place, even though it was … More Whiffed
I’ve been doing a little experiment lately. A “social” experiment, I think it’s called. I’ve been introducing myself as “Rebka”. The idea has been in my mind for some time. Back in the Fall of 2010 I actually looked into legally changing it from “Rebecca” to “Rebka”. I would have, too, except that the law … More Call Me…?
Tell us about your hero. The first “person” who comes to mind is this guy: because he’s the earliest memory I have of someone – besides my folks, of course – whom I idolized. It probably had a lot to do with my being a youngest sibling and therefore feeling like I had walked a … More Day 30: My Hero!
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you. I want to say that my earliest memory is of being bathed as a baby in a plastic tub by a window with sunlight pouring in, but I’m pretty sure my … More Day 29: Childhood Revisited
Write Your Obituary It is an honor and privilege to write R.F’s obituary from the Other Side, seeing as I myself am the entity formerly known as R.F. It’s the year 2073 and such things are possible. In the olden days, after you kicked the bucket, other people – freelancers – looked over the life … More Day 28: In Loving Memory
Write 500 words on any topic you like. Now remove 250 of them without changing the essence of your post. when burn bridges is unintentional. is said never burn bridges. never know when need again. however, aware you were burning bridges as you burned, means you sure never going over ground again. say, never never. … More Day 27: Slash and Burn
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