Reading as a cultural marker: why I am ashamed of what (and how) I read
The Art of Letting Things Spill
There’s a trembling kind of fear in my hands.
The End of an Era
I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, back against the bedframe and feet pressing on a large moving box.
The Art of Silent Breathing
I came here for silence.
Awaiting Summer
I am desperately awaiting summer
He Really Stood Out to Me
With the years I have grown in really respecting the teacher job.
A Ride From a Stranger
When I was a kid, my parents always told me not to talk to strangers and, especially, never to get a ride from a stranger.
Cigarettes
Time is passing by faster than my burning cigarette
When Superstition Takes Flight
Here’s a fun little fact you might not have noticed while awkwardly shimmying past row 12 with your elbows and dignity barely intact: there is no row 13 on most airplanes.
Writing on Writing on…
I am writing this at 11pm.
Where Does the Time Go?
Have you noticed that the older you get, the faster time seems to fly by?
Just Like Kids
“What is intimacy for you?”
The Script I Decided to Write One Summer
In a room full of writers, at least one of us has attempted to write a script right?
Nonexisting Love
For most of my life,
The Art of Sunbathing
Undoubtedly, one of my favorite days of the year is the first truly sunny day in the Netherlands.
The Death of a Subculture
As children, we look up to teenagers and adults.
A Case for Short Stories
When people think of “literature”, they think of one of two things.
Good Driver, Bad Driving
If you ask anyone who’s ever been in a car while I was driving, they’ll probably tell you I’m a terrible driver - a statement with which I disagree.
The RaRaRasputin Story
“There lived a man in Russia long ago” as Boney M. sings.
Busy Bee
She's a busy bee and she's tired most of the time