“Pretty young, though not too young, divorced by choice and not in crisis, officially seeking… a sleeping partner. Ideally, one who snores just lightly—enough to harmonize with my own nighttime serenades—and who won’t bolt when I have 3 a.m. panic attacks about imaginary burglars or sudden existential dread. Oh, and those who make coffee first thing in the morning? You’ll go straight to the top of the list.”
Where did this sudden “ad” come from, you ask? Let me explain.
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A perfect world — but dangerously perfect — isn’t one where you own a supercar that costs as much as a penthouse downtown or have a boyfriend made entirely of muscles, slicked-back hair, and a toothpaste-commercial smile.
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It started innocently enough. A casual scratch here, a little scratch there. Nothing alarming, right? But then, it became a constant. An itch I couldn’t ignore. A maddening, relentless scratching. Behind my ears, at the nape of my neck, on the crown of my head. I even found myself scratching in front of the dairy section at the supermarket while contemplating which yogurt to buy. A true sign of desperation.
Turns out, I had reason to scratch—I had lice.
There’s something magical about a homemade body scrub—especially when it smells like a tropical cocktail and leaves your skin feeling like velvet. One of my all-time favorite DIY treats is this simple yet luxurious coconut oil and orange zest body scrub. I’ve made it countless times for myself, but this time I whipped up a fresh batch as a little gift for a dear friend. (Who doesn’t love a thoughtful, handmade present that also smells like vacation?)
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Today, I was a child again. For one whole day, I became the daughter of my daughter, and she—my spirited, witty little girl—became my mom. Sounds complicated? Not really. Just wildly entertaining.
We decided to swap roles for the day. And so, this morning, I stayed in bed longer than usual, lazily scrolling between tablet, phone, and my book. I read sneakily, of course—because kids only read under threat of losing screen privileges, right? When my eyes started to blur from too many gadgets, I shouted:
“Moooom, I’m huuungriiie!”
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I’ve Had a Brilliant Idea (No, Really!) – I’m Becoming a Witch. A Real One. With Toad Legs and All.
This morning, I woke up with an idea that can only be described as pure genius. Drumroll, please… I’m moving back to my homeland and starting a business! Yes, a real one. I’m absolutely, irrevocably, broomstick-flyingly determined.
Look, wherever you turn, there’s at least one poor soul with a love crisis, a few others swimming in financial troubles, and the rest wandering around with all sorts of bad juju. So I thought, why not solve it all… magically? That’s right. I’m becoming a full-time witch. Read more