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I recently had the pleasure of discovering the most delicious pastry I’ve ever tasted at a buzzed-about café in Melbourne. This blissful bite literally made my brain melt with joy and totally justified the hype. I stopped into this renowned bakery, Lune Croissanterie, after...

I went into the care home today and sat with dad. It is very hot in Glasgow at the moment so am all sticky and uncomfortable, but I sat on his bed and held his hand as I always do. He is still mobile but yet shaky and his mind his slowly defrosting but he always knows me. We sat in the quiet, I s...

Her head was on my shoulder, and we held hands as we sat on the back patio of her house. Christmas lights illuminated red and pink roses, and crickets chirped in the summer night. We were strangers just a few hours earlier, but by midnight we were imagining ourselves as a couple, brainstorming portm...

Here we go again. I’ve come across another article stating how or why all artists need to find their niche. I’ll be honest, I don’t want to and you can’t make me. For a time I thought my magnum opus was painting water. I enjoy it for so many reasons. The ocean intoxicates me....

I studied like crazy in high school. I had to. I wanted to keep up with my super-smart peers, I wanted to do well, and I wanted to get into a “good” college. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do beyond those things, but I knew, at least, where I wanted to start. And I succeeded. I ...

Have you ever felt like you were drowning in a sea of to-do lists, deadlines, and constant distractions? I certainly did. My life was a never-ending race against the clock, with productivity always slipping through my fingers. But one day, everything changed. I stumbled upon the time management mira...

I wanted to write a blog, but I put it off due to concern that I might not do it well. Does this sound familiar? Do you often put things off? There is a good chance that many of you reading this story are delaying doing something. You do not need to panic if you are. It is common to procrastin...

I’ve always felt alone in a crowd of two. And three. And one hundred. And I’ve always questioned the root cause. Am I innately flawed? Or is it simply a dissatisfaction with the shallowness that I am forced to deal with on a daily basis? Am I equally as guilty of conversing in surface ri...