The women in my family had it tough. As did and do most other women elsewhere. My female relatives led meagre lives during which they helped few and pleased none, least of all themselves. Generous people seek in their lives to be helpful, crooked people seek to be happy and ambitious people seek to leave
My husband and I are possibly the most cynical couple ever. If there was any romance at the start of our relationship, ten plus years together and a marriage as the culmination of our first five-year-plan transformed the romantic into the sardonic. To prevent boredom, we have introduced variants of the clichéd “I love you”
About “old” in the post title: thirtyish might not be called old by fortyish-plus people, but given that I work with coming-of-age teenagers, I often feel so old that I wonder how I’m not dead by old age yet. About “city”: it would be called a village by those brutally honest and a small town
English may not be my mother tongue, but it doesn’t prevent me from having ideas about it. These ideas amount to a sizeable set of recommendations, nay, prescriptions about spelling and grammar and usage and style. My concept of proper English grew so refined over the years that it should be promoted to a variant
I am Czech and not particularly proud of it. We are a nasty nation. National stereotypes might be sweeping generalisations, but they are clearly coming from somewhere. Here is from where, as far as I’ve observed from my position of an aloof native. We’re All Petty Thieves We have a saying here: if you don’t
The last Writing 101 prompt is all about describing my most-prized possession. In other words, it’s all about me! I am my own most valuable possession, very obviously, because unlike anything else, there’s no way I could get another me. For myself, I am irreplaceable. I’ve been struggling most of my life to come to
Writing 101 staff is running out of ideas. For the last but one day of the challenge, we are left to our own resources and asked to free-write. Again. More than an exercise in writing, this is a useful exercise in the art of patience: for the third time in the last four weeks, I
Writing 101 comes up with the challenge to pick a book, leaf to page twenty-nine and see what jumps out at you there. I did so and was hit with the word “back” in the eye. Unsatisfied with such a dull word, I searched on and was bombarded with, in this order, “transcendence”, “degradation” and “immanence”.