Movies at Home

If you were born in the early eighties, you would understand the excitement. Movies at home meant cozy nights spent around the idiot box, dinner and chores completed earlier than usual and in full cooperation, past curfew time in pyjamas and blankets, with only TV rays illuminating the room, to watch a Hollywood or Bollywood … Continue reading Movies at Home

The Cook of Castamar

My husband never proposed. Not even during the five months preceding the wedding, after six years of dating. I never had the fortune (or misfortune) to hear the three magic words, or experience the grand gestures traditionally associated with a wedding proposal. He simply asked me once what the Church would require for a mixed … Continue reading The Cook of Castamar