August has arrived, and the cricket song at night is getting stronger. This past week has been a fucking doozy in just about every possible way. I won’t even try to encapsulate it in a cute intro – click below and read for yourself in this weekly blog recap.
A bulletproof piece of advice.
As the years go passing by… in (and out of) my underwear.
Egyptian secrets, summer style, inspired by my niece Emi.
Only rain, falling out of a summer book.
An Egyptian mood to take us along rivers long gone dry.
Egyptian evocation in a mind safari.
Astrological upheavals delivered on their ominous promises.
A strange melancholy pervaded a very wet week.
Don’t fall for the Pyramid summer scheme.
Once upon a Nile, I was Cleopatra.
Gold rush crush.
Golden summer years bring back memories near and far.
A semi-solid gold summer playlist because music still makes the people come together.
A letter to my Dad three years after he departed.
Driving away the hurt on roads where I only want to get lost.
Summer suddenly so serious I have to wear shades.
The Forgery – or, Don’t you ever call me that.
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