Facebook and Friendships
In the last few years, something has changed about my understanding of friendships. Before Facebook, I had sort of assumed what a friend was, what friendship meant, and how I myself interacted with...
View ArticleWhy blog?
Okay. So I decided to write something little, something small whenever I feel like it. Isn’t that really what writing is all about? I mean, writing doesn’t really move mountains, or solve the economic...
View ArticleDinner and a movie– alone!
Have you ever tried to tell someone that you had an engagement Friday night? “What are you doing tomorrow night?” “I’m going out for dinner and a movie.” “Who’s going?” By that, they mean who’s going...
View ArticleThe Ex-Files: Ex Boyfriends and Girlfriends from the Twilight Zone
The Ex archives and the archiving process–the meaning of storing, filing, classifying and communicating about exes and the final, ceremonial, cathartic exorcism. That could be a good subject of...
View ArticleOn being Freshly Pressed
I had been nurturing my fledgeling blog for several weeks now when all of a sudden I receive this email from WordPress asking me to look out for my blog to be featured in the next few days. Phew! More...
View ArticleDaylight Saving Time ends today
The clock on the dresser said 8 am. I had woken up. I was just about to move myself out of bed (and perhaps even make myself a cup of tea). I was almost at the brink of thinking up … Continue reading →
View ArticleShould you write about everything?
There is a time to write and there is a time to stay silent. To not write. And there are times when writing does not come. No, I am not talking about writer’s block. I am talking about events in …...
View ArticleMake Bottledworder better in 2013
It’s that time of year again. Kids laughing and people rejoicing and men and women trampling each other to get to the sales at the malls. Bottledworder wishes Bottledworder could put up the following...
View ArticleA quiet walk on New Year’s eve
Every New Year’s eve seems like the brink of something momentous. As though we are suddenly standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon looking into a vast uncharted space where anything can happen. A...
View ArticleOur little book of poems
On my shelf is a small book about 5 inches square. It has a brown paper cover with my name on the paper cover. I can’t remember who covered it–me or my brother. Until a few years ago, its binding …...
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