the colour of summer

What does summer mean to you? Warmth? Hotels? Beaches? Travel? To Guyanese, summer is known as “August holidays”.  Regardless of what it’s called, it’s when weeks stretch languidly into each other, the vacation all children dream of.  That feeling of what summer embodies starts in childhood and perhaps it never leaves us.  It’s the time…


To date,  my closest friends came at the most integral points of my life. High school – one friendUniversity – two friends First (real) job – one friend Second job – one friend Five friends. Just so you know, these friends aren’t constant. They blow in for a visit, stay for a while, then they…

looking at glass

I’m sure you’ve heard people say, “I’m terrible at art.” Or, “I can barely draw a straight line.”  You may even be one of these people saying this yourself. Like with most other things, drawing comes with practice. I guess it’s just the law of probability. The more you do it the better you’ll become….

the no-recipe life!

Maybe you’re like me.  Maybe like me, you can’t follow recipes.  I don’t know why but invariably, I skip things, miscalculate amounts and eventually get pretty stressed out.  Following recipes is very hard for me. I really admire people who can bake; baking is a precise science one I know I’ll never master. 

If you’re like me and love pickles then I invite you to read on.

a slice of cake

When you hear the word “path”, what image comes to mind?  Is it a beaten dirt track with grass on either side, or is it something more metaphorical? If it’s the latter, what idea does it evoke? Something plodding and quotidian? Or something leading to unexpected delights? I’ve always tried to make sense of what…