Calmly Chaotic

The invitation was simple. Come to the mall. Shop for your gifts. And share.

Should I do it? I asked my husband.

Do you want to? He answered.

Yes. But it’s live.

Can you do it and not be stressed? We can’t have you stressed right now.

Maybe.

You see, I am a grown woman, confident in many ways, but sca…

Every January, a pink and yellow bill arrives - the multi layered kind where you tear off your own receipt and put it in the box with the five others.

I hardly remember the first bill, I definitely don't recall the last two (since they never arrived), but I remember the middle years. The years…

You’ll need the malaria test, she says, louder than I deem necessary.

She slips the requisition from my paused fingers and writes on it with big bold script. I feel marked, branded and something akin to a leper. I slide my health card from the reception desk and back away to a vacant chair, avoidin…

Last Thursday I was seated, legs crossed in black leggings, on my comfortable yet hideous office chair. The door - closed.

For those of you that have seen pictures of my home office, you now know that I’ve been lying to you. For that, I do not apologize. I insist on maintaining the visual illusion…