It’s hard to look ahead and move at the same time.
I’m happy to share my latest article for Selamta, the in-flight magazine of Ethiopian Airlines. This one I did remotely, but it definitely brought up memories of visiting a tannery just outside Ethiopia. Let’s just say it was a nose-opening experience; the smell of curing leather lingers in my nostrils still. Good thing it all miraculously …
I walk on down a street I have never known.
I haven’t received the first ‘NO’ yet, but I’m sure it’s comin’, any day now. So I make sure to do my stretches regularly, the better to be limber enough to spring right back up after I receive the first of many smackdowns to come.
…because I want to look amazing when he next sees me (never mind he does not want me and when I am thinking clearly I don’t want him either)
I resume journaling at the end of a relationship. Usually that’s when I realize all that was wrong with the relationship…I can’t help but think that this abandoning of journaling, as soon as I am coupled with a man, is a form of abandoning myself.
To no one’s surprise, my ten-years-ago self continues to wallow in her post-breakup misery, in this latest instalment of my diary entries from back in the day. I’ve turned to religion, as you’ll see. Even made up my own little prayer. On the plus side, this entry contains an exquisite paragraph from one of my …