Loneliness “Holding onto Anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.” – Buddha Having grown up abroad to Diplomatic parents, I am often comfortable in loneliness. When you move every 3 years, and grow up in the strange Diplomatic world, extreme loneliness is the norm, I find some solace in that loneliness, which is a whole
I have a sweet spot for Jeepney’s in the Philippines. Have a ridden in one, yes, did I enjoy it, hell no, but they still make me smile! Via Via Via
No matter what country I have visited, or have lived in, some how, Marilyn Monroe has been the one Hollywood’s Star that everyone seems to know. I have always found this a curious thing, I never grew up watching any of her movies, and when I finally found a movie of hers, I wasn’t that impressed (so, sorry to those
Yesterday, I wrote about The Breakdown, this is a sort of continuation. With the last breath, that was it. Our diplomatic lives were yesterday, and now, we had to live for tomorrow. Or that was how I felt at least. My Mother on the other hand, went into full Diplomatic mode. The arranging of my Father’s funeral, was a strange
I came in the door, my Mother looked bug-eyed, her eyes sunken, like she had been hiking in the woods for years and had no sleep or food. Her dressing gown, the silk one, she had from China was tied neatly, her hair birding, like it usually did. It was midnight, the lights were all on as I walked into
It is a funny thing, the business of keeping a secret, especially if it is yours. When my Father took his appointment of Ambassador for the second time, I swore, I wasn’t going to tell anyone. I just wanted people to like me for me, and not think about my Father’s position. So, when people asked what my Father did,
