The Thirtieth Year

I’ve done it. I’ve managed to reach the grand old age of thirty by failing at every societal standard laid before me – my index finger is ringless, my hair is fashionably grey, my uterus is rotting to the sound of my spinsterhood and I have dared to have a good time nonetheless. Who would’ve…

Timey Wimey Stuff

I was feeling a bit anxious coming back to this platform after taking a long (REALLY long) break. Not because I have nothing to say, but because there are so many of you I want to catch up with and it keeps building up. I read, a LOT. I’m following over 600 of you and…

Life

It’s my favourite month of the year. Not so much cause I was born in this month. Not so much because I love winter – you’re allowed to love it when you live in the tropics. Not really because it’s the holiday season and everything is awash with colour and fairy lights and stardust. It…