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Tagged as: London

Wooden Benches

London is the closest thing I can call home.  Whenever I return and walk on the same pavements I walked on as a five year old, I feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia. So many memories flash past as I walk the same streets and see the same trees. I see them now as forty year old woman with …

February 28, 2017

Clothes do not make a man

It’s not easy being divorced, a mother, working full time and trying to follow a calling, a passion and craving something significant. It’s lonely and at the same time wonderful. I don’t want to settle, to compromise and live a life without truly living. Yet at the same time, I look at my son and I know that as much …

May 15, 2016