Dear Me. Happy Birthday.
Dear me I love to write. I also hate to write. I want to write. I also don’t want to…
I’m a millennial. That generation the straddles the pre and post-internet explosion. I like to believe we are that magical…
March 8th. Today. Women’s Day.
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity. The two are apparently distinct entities. At least that’s what they…
I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
Merry Christmas!
She is the smart reader-writer with the most radiant smile.
He who runs in every man perishes his life, just as the soul that runs in all souls perishes it’s…
By Jimmy Ojakol From having them clown in baggy clothes that are the oddest pairings to demanding for terribly renumerated…