Confessions of a Francophile

My intense love for France is something I could never apologise for, much less explain. It just is. In moments when the topic comes up, it renders me vulnerable and exposed. There is no other topic which enlivens me more. The sheer desire drawing me to it sends my head in a spin to which, as a Francophile,… Read More Confessions of a Francophile

Fatal Red

A fairly reserved teenager, i pretty much didn’t date through most of highschool, until my last year, when a boy i liked told me my lips were “too fat”,  and it was said not at all in a complimentary way. 2 little words uttered by thin anglo celtic ones which stayed with me for a… Read More Fatal Red