Brussel sprouts anyone? 😏 This recipe "Brussel sprouts with roasted hazelnuts" you can find on my blog 👆🏻(link in bio) #onmytable#christmasfood
here's a stack for 2017, books that have resonated with me and stayed with me and meant something to me. even with its highs, 2017 has been a painful, difficult year, and these are the books that mitigated loneliness and disappointment and anxiety and gave me much-needed comfort and encouragement to push through what often felt like (still feels like) isolating brokenness.
because stories mean a lot to me. the stories shared in these pages are varied, told in different voices from different places, but they are all alive and true. further, they each in their own way challenge the status quo and show us different ways to be, that it's not just about being white and/or straight and/or "normal" -- there is a place for us all in this world, a place for us to thrive and love and make something of ourselves.
that, to me, is hope; it's the kind of hope that counts; and it's why i write, why i cook, why i post here. it's why i read. and, so, hey, maybe it's a little early for an annual recap, but here are 10 books from 2017 that meant something. may you find something here. 💚
I'm posting this one because I just wanna say, all confessions sent to me are anonymous and usually they always are on confession accounts. It's also not my information to use against someone. It may seem like we have a lot of dirt on people, it may be scary to send in a confession, you may feel a little uncomfortable, but I don't share anything sent to me without it being anonymous. So please don't overthink these types of things and try to make them seem like something they are not.
This Uber rider was in the car for 21-minutes — and was charged $18,000
It's always a pleasure to bump into an old door - like this beauty in Mulshi village, Maharashtra. #hellothere
(Read the first part first)
My mother's plain life was getting better.
We all started living together happily.
One night, my mother got a phonecall. My aunt was having a labour pain due to which my mom had to go there. It was urgent. She left me with my new father because she couldn't take me there. I was sleeping until I felt a hand on my shoulders. I looked back and he was asleep. I felt it wasn't of any malicious intention. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. I could feel a palm rubbing my back. This time it didn't feel right. I got up. He held my wrist and pulled me in the bed. I tried to escape. I used my full force but I failed. He tore my clothes. I didn't know what he was doing but it didn't feel right. I was screaming out of pain but he was a monster who had no mercy on an eight years old child. I was raped. He thought I wouldn't tell this to my mother for her happiness.
I did exactly what he thought. My mother's happiness was everything for me. He raped me whenever my mother visited any relative at night. My mother sensed that something was wrong. She tried to ask me but I didn't tell her.
One night my mother returned at midnight and she heard my scream. She used the extra key and opened the door. She slapped that man and pushed him towards the wall and hugged me tight. She got the man arrested. The man she once admired.