My little buddy

My little buddy walks in the kitchen and gets me smiling even before I get my morning coffee! I throw him a compliment and he catches it on his swing out the door with a flare only a confident loving preschooler can muster. He points his index fingers at me like he’s about to shoot…

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Playing with my son

He is making noise with the kapla, I love the sound of wooden blocks, so I go and check what he’s building. I lie down next to his construction area (cuz what I really want to do is sleep, but this is too compelling to miss). What are you making? A door, you take these……

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Minimalism: the look vs the lifestyle

As you know I’ve been debating whether or not I’m a minimalist , in the broadest sense of the word. As a concept I fully agree with it, and I’m completely on board, but I wondered if I can truly call myself a minimalist simply because despite this frame of mind, I’m still surrounded by…

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Breather

My chest feels constricted. I announced I’m not going to the beach. I need a break. You go, have fun, I need to be alone. I just finished folding the laundry and coaxing the kids to put it away IN the drawers, NEATLY. I just reorganized their drawers three days ago. I just washed all…

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Growing up

I walk into your room and feel your absence I talk to your siblings and feel your absence We sit to eat and feel your absence Your absence is tugging at my heart like a kite on a windy day I follow you in every way I can, not to loose sight of you But…

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Am I a Minimalist After All?

I recently wrote a post titled Why I’m not a Minimalist, and my dear sister commented on my FB page explaining that Minimalism isn’t just about getting rid of stuff, it’s about simplifying life so we have more time for loved ones, she also brought to my attention that there is at least one very…

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Family Reunion

Two weeks ago, (on FIFA ’18 soccer final weekend) I travelled with my kids to visit my mother and her side of the family for the first family reunion in eight years. I hadn’t been to the last one, so this was my first one since my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary a few decades back.…

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Manipulative

Just as I think I’ve grown immune to your maneuvers You up the anties, and here I am again On my knees, in tears Wondering what I’ve done wrong to deserve such treatment Your strongest weapon of all Is your seemingly docile demeanor Your apparently endless patience, kindness and gentleness But that’s a mask That…

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Natascha

Natascha is who I would choose to have as a sister if I could choose. She has been my bff for thirty years, and I literally knew the moment we met that we’d be forever tied. When I moved away from Switzerland I worried about missing her more than anything else, but despite the distance…

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Khadija

  Salaam Alaykum, if I were to meet you for the first time, what would I learn about you? My name is Khadija. As an American hijab wearing Muslim I come across a lot of preconceived ideas as to which box I should fit in. When I meet people for the first time, especially since…

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