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This collection made up of 15 stories encapsulates love, grief, violation, the Haitian-American dream and the recurrent theme of pain interwoven in these stories…
Hey guys , It’s been a minute! I am super excited to finally be doing this. I’ve been working on introducing new stable content to the blog. In fact, this has been in the works since January of this year. ” Eyez on…” is an interview series for men and women who inspire us to […]
Review: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Author: Gail Honeyman Eleanor Oliphant is one of the most remarkable characters I’ve come across. My first thought was, OK, this is a social misfit but at some point you begin to realize it takes an amount of courage to do the things she considers normal. The book opens to a rundown of […]
Jane of all trades, master of none. I am very sure no one wants this as an epithet at the end of their lives. We often hear of how being single-minded is the perfect mind condition to achieve your goal, but how relevant is this idea now? Modern technology keeps evolving to accommodate our innate desire to […]
The new year is here and I’m sure we are mostly brimming with resolutions. This is not my first time setting goals, but it’s not stopping me. I’m optimistic that there will be a different outcome in this year. These are mine for the year, some I already started working towards in 2017 but it’s […]
Hi guys, As the curtains fall on 2017, I can’t help but take a deep breath and mutter an Hallelujah. I am surprised at how much has happened in this year and the beautiful realization that this year ended on such high notes. Before I go on and on,you need to understand this. 2017 met […]
Living alone for the first time with a lot of my time on my hands, I decided to start trying the recipes I keep drooling over on food blogs and also keep an open mind to trying the northern cuisine. It didn’t always turn out well. The first vegetable soup I prepared with Spinach here was tasteless, glory to God, I wasn’t afraid of my mother appearing to knock sense into my head so I jejely ate biscuits and slept. But some of them turned out great.