Ciru IsraelI have just spent the last 2 hours designing for and styling a piglet. Before you berate my haram, non-kosher, idle, self-indulgent existence, please know that this animal is a stuffed one that stands about 20 centimeters tall. Her name is Sophie...
The year is 1981. My nine year old frame is hunched over my tightly clutched library book. Am not wearing my school jersey but the morning chill has nothing on my excitement. My Dad has just dropped my sister and I to school. It is still too early...
I ran into my ex-boyfriend the other day. Or rather he orchestrated running into me. It was not the exhilarating reunion that he hoped it would be. The sun did not delay its decent for even a second to witness this glorious reunification. The leaves...
He goes like: Hey Beautiful! I go like: Hi! Handsome. He goes like: So what do you like to do for fun? I go like: I enjoy watching TV series. He goes like: Great! Me too. What kind do you like? I love crime, mystery. My ears perk...
Last weekend I started dating. Again. After a long hiatus. And it is not easy. Already. My friend Aisha goes: ‘You must meet Paul, he is so sweet!” And yes, he is. Just like life. Short and sweet. Am five four and a half. In heels. If I can see your...
