I clearly remember the days, back when I was around 15 or 16, when Madonna’s songs seemed to me to be a manifesto of the way I wanted to live, of the things I wanted to say. Continue reading
Fair warning: this is NOT a happy post.
The premise to this rambling is that I am certainly not qualified to write about politics. While I’m highly interested in that of the capital P variety, and totally uninterested in the one of the small p ilk, I have no academic background in the matter, nor any scientific one for the matter. I am, simply, an invested world citizen with my own views, but then, aren’t we all? Continue reading
I can’t quite believe that it’s been one whole year since my life was turned around, spun on its head, righted, brought back from the brink of whatever. And what a year of discovery it’s been! Continue reading
I’ve been unwell with a raging cold/flu for the past week. Nonexistent nose, compressed chest, wracking coughs, and an abdomen that felt like a truck had run over it due to the afore-mentioned cough. So as you can imagine, the prospect of attending my kid’s open day at school was daunting, to say the least.
Sitting down to write this post, I wasn’t quite sure where to begin.
Should I address the incredulity that I, and it seems a big part of the world, am feeling? Should I focus on what such a person in power could mean for our future? How about what this says about our acceptance of women in high positions? Perhaps, in the wise words of Julie Andrews a.k.a. Maria von Trapp, the very beginning would be best. Continue reading
Today I came across a meme on social media that, for once, made me think long and hard. Here it is:
My first real love was archaeology.
I guess, that’s not surprising seeing I grew up in a country which boasts the oldest free-standing prehistoric monuments in the world, with a history buff for a mother.
So Spazju Kreattiv are screening the documentary The Space in Between: Marina Abramović and Brazil.
It’s touted to be a journey of self-discovery for the controversial Serbian artist as she travels through Brazil in search of personal healing, artistic inspiration and an experience of sacred rituals to reveal her creative process.
Now, I have never been a fan of Abramović’s personally. Continue reading
(Warning: long read. An edited version of this post first appeared in Times of Malta here.)
Travelling down a narrow, dusty road lined by the typical yellowing globigerina limestone, seemingly arriving at the very end of Gozo to meet an American writer, was an incongruent experience.
The new challenge in my life is upon me – living with a stoma and ostomy bag.
For those of you who don’t know what that means, I have a chronic condition, Ulcerative Colitis, which has required me to have my diseased colon removed. Continue reading