Ah, this one is tough. Not that I shy away from difficult conversations, but religion is… a minefield, to say the least. It touches to our histories, our families, our traditions, our personal experiences – good and bad – and just talking about it can change the sweetest person you know into a rabid dog. Like politics, it’s often painted in black and white. You’re either with us or against us and there’s no inbetween.Continue reading “On faith”
Yep, I’m not very good at technology. My old smartphone died, so I bought another one – a previously loved one that is only 3 years old and seems to be just what I need. I managed to tranfer all my data from the old one to the new one and was feeling pretty good about life in general and my amazing tech wizardry skills.
Until, of course, I messed up. Though this phone is made by the same brand as the old one, the layout is different and I got confused. I wanted to delete ONE picture and ended up deleting an entire album. Or something like 650 pictures, from 2014 to December 2020. Photos of my kids, my cat, my holidays, my projects. Damn. I don’t take a lot of pictures if I compare to some people, but it was still heartbreaking, precisely because I generally only take pictures of stuff I really want to remember.Continue reading “What I learned when I accidentally deleted all my pictures”
Your fists will never be enough
Bloodied knuckles and jumbled thoughts
You looked for something and lost yourself
But you were right there, you swear, you were there, standing
Everything’s too fast and you’re too slow now
Not quite old, not quite, just in that dark space inbetween
Where nothing makes much sense
Just one more fight, you think, one more fight and then you’ll rest
But there’s no rest to be had unless you’re dead, so one become two
And two never quite work out, and death seems somehow kinder
What was it they said? All things go, this shall pass too
Still you remain, lonely yet not alone, a hunched shadow
You remember what could have been, who you said you’ll become
But all things go, you know, all things go
Don’t you get the feeling that everything is pretty extreme nowadays? We’re made to choose sides, in everything. You can’t be part of a group if you don’t agree with everything they do and say, you’re not a ‘real’ supporter if you’re moderate. It seems like social media has made such behaviours worse than ever (but it always existed – I remember pretty vividly my highschool years, when we were pressured by our peers to choose a type of music we liked, and to stick with it. I never could).
Someone asked me recently if I could write down a few tips for a new couple – they asked this of several people who’d been married/in long-term relationships for a while (read: old(er) people like, well, me, apparently) and I thought I could make an article out of it.
Keep in mind that these tips are things that I’ve find useful in my own life and/or have observed in other couples that seem to do well. Also keep in mind that I’m a woman so those might be biased, but the husband nodded along in that quiet way of his when I told him what I’d written down, which means he agrees!
Since we’ve been trying to reduce our waste, we’ve also tested lots of recipes and tips to lower our waste. Some of them were great and have become parts of our routine, and others, were, well, not so great. Keep in mind that it’s only our experience, and that you might end up loving what we hate and vice-versa!! The best way to know is to try and see what works for you!!
I thought I would occasionally share books on different themes! So, for this first time, let’s talk about parenting! So, with no further ado and in no particular order:
This week the always excellent Amber from The Fairly Local Family (formerly TheFairlyLocalVegan, which is important to mention) explained why she won’t call herself vegan anymore. She’s been relentlessly attacked since she published a video on her channel in which she bought a pair of second-hand shoes for her oldest kid. What’s the matter, you think? Well, those shoes were leather sandals. Her (very sound, might I say) reasoning was that she couldn’t find any vegan option second-hand, her kid needed sandals, those shoes were second-hand and durable and would be worn by her other kids.
It’s December, and it’s cold here near Paris, which is quite normal and even a bit reassuring, if I’m honest. I cover my car in the evenings to be spared the tedious task of scraping off ice in the mornings, I watch my favourite shows buried under a plaid and make my family hot cocoa on Sunday afternoons. I rather like winter, in fact (I like all 4 seasons if I’m honest, although summer is a bit of a bother when you don’t tan). But as someone who tries to have a rather minimalist and most of all sustainable wardrobe, it can be a challenge to dress at this period of the year.
Yesterday, we had a power outage. Well, I had. My daughters were already sleeping, and my husband was out training with his team. Anyway. I was reading Agatha Christie’s autobiography in my chair (I watched one episode of Outlander before that but I like to read before going to bed) while suddenly, it was pitch dark. The cat mewled loudly, startled I guess, and I thought ‘well, shit’.