And I don’t mean a dimness where you press your nose to the page and squint a little. I mean pitch black. It’s funny how when you switch on the light you have to blink a few times and wait for the spots of colour to fade.
Read MoreDef: Sleepwalking is characterised by a series of complex events, walking being the most common among them.
I discovered I was a sleepwalker when I was six years old. I stumbled to the kitchen and started scrubbing the table frantically. I imagine I felt guilty for never cleaning up the strawberry milk I would perpetually spill during my waking hours
Stress is paralysing, contorted notion I cannot begin to understand. As my childhood and preadolescent years fade, this immense throbbing web of electricity quivers in my chest, always awake, humming it's far-from-pleasant tune.
Read MoreAs my eyes settled on the mummies, I felt as if I were invading their privacy. Did they really want to be stared at by hungry eyes centuries after their death? They all had their human lives, couldn't they be left at peace now that they were no longer breathing?
Read MoreAll of my friends have wonderful stories to tell about their grand mothers. I don't. I had just one grandma in my circle when I grew up as my paternal grandmother died when I was very young. Our grandma, whom we called 'Bonne Maman' was a petite woman with grey eyes who went to church daily. She had a large collection of hats and of expensive shirt dresses. One of her legs was shorter than the other and she had special shoes made for her, with one heel slightly higher than the other.
Read MoreDear Paul,
My last email to you inviting you to a happy hour bounced. I thought you had left the firm as many friends and colleagues did in the past couple of years. I travel from time to time back to San Francisco and I have taken the habit of gathering old contacts for drinks to see everybody...I was hoping to see you.
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