When I was 7 years old, all of us girls had to gather on the square carpet in the middle of the Grade 2 classroom.
I consider myself a dedicated employee, but honestly, the only reason I manage to wake up at the same early time every morning is because
I’m taking a moment out of my day to lament…well…August. If August were a person it would have sold its children into slavery, cheated on
My Covid test was negative, I enjoyed proper cappuccino at a coffee shop for the first time in five months, and one of my jeans
I like ageing. If you’re someone who could never rely on good looks, ageing feels like your favourite aunt who comes to visit after a
I’m angry. Or am I annoyed, I’m not sure anymore. The slew of negative emotions in quarantine gang up on me and bunch together like