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
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.
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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
Today, as I was listening to Italian radio (something I love to do to escape the anglicised world we live in), the programme hosts were commenting on a survey that was recently carried out to see what ‘firsts’ people most remembered.
Of course, there were the standard ones, such as the first time we fall in love, the first kiss, the first time we have sex. Continue reading
Dear 33-year-old self,
In a few months’ time, you’re going to be diagnosed with a chronic, painful condition which you’ve never heard of – ulcerative colitis – and it’s pretty much going to change your life for good.
I don’t want to scare you with this letter, but here’s what you’re going to be in for: Continue reading
I’ve recently had to contend with grief in my life on a number of occasions. In March, my wonderful mother-in-law passed away tragically. Big shock to the system, the worst of all has been coming to terms with the fact that she isn’t around for the mundane things. I’ve lost track of the amount of times my husband and I simply forget and are about to pick up the phone to share some news with her or invite her to join us for lunch. Continue reading
…but I simply can’t not write this blog post.
For once, this year’s Eurovision had a number of strong entries. And by this, I mean musically sound songs, lyrics that made sense, performances that had class. It wasn’t just a mix of the usual trite, stale, pop ballads, though there were those too.
The winning entry was certainly not one of those, with its unusual musical arrangement and its very strong political message.
Was it the best entry? Continue reading
whatever Mia thinks 