There are girls. Then there’s their girlhood. And then, there are poems about girlhood. Somehow, even after girls grow up and become women, these poems stay with them, just like the thought of girlhood does, like the nostalgia, the memories, the happy dreams and the summer days and the muddy playgrounds and the sleepless nights….
This is not a poem. Is barely something to sing, to dance to, but we’re dancing nonetheless, aren’t we? We’re swaying along in the breeze and it’s…magnifique. This is not a poem—it’s written in prose, has got perfect paragraphs, you see! It’s got no meter, only a half-hearted rhyme, and that’s fine, because this is…
Best reads this summer! Your informational, overachieving, nerdy summer reading list. Hah! The long days are back. Last summer, the one of 2024, I wrote a post containing some 51 things to do this summer. This time around as I didn’t want to pick up the same topic again, to tell of more and different…
