It’s my birthday tomorrow. Every year in the week(s) running up to my birthday I get a little weird. A little… nostalgic and melancholic, I think the word is. Pre-birthday blues, I like to call it. I guess it’s kind of like how around new years people get super intense with writing down their resolutions,
The stigma around cancer is a persistent one. I remember some 15 years ago, my grandmother was in London from Egypt, staying at our house during her treatment; we were at lunch one day and when asked my star sign (Cancer), I just couldn’t bring myself to say the word out loud. Fast forward and
This weekend saw millions of women the world over join forces for a united cause in the wake of the inauguration of Donald Trump (!!) as the President of the United States.