My mother was like a hen to chicks, always there to lead, feed and protect. Having been raised on a farm she was well versed with chores. Both within and without the house. This cultivated a ‘do it yourself’ paradigm that ensured househelps were out of the question for her. She imposed the same culture […]Read More A memoir.
A friend of mine went through a tiff with his girlfriend recently. Unfortunately, they are now broken up. He didn’t however take it well. He constantly checked on her Instagram and Facebook page. Eventually, his ex posted one of those cryptic messages, something to the tune of ‘Free at last.’ This started an all too […]Read More It’s just Twitter, bro.