The coming weeks will be busy. Only last Thursday the children in my little town went singing for candy, from door to door. This ancient tradition is called Saint Maarten. And custom has it that the Saturday after that, the next Saint comes to town: the one and only Saint Nicholas. A big old… Continue reading Saint Nicholas
Category: Writing
In The Meantime, The Slushpile Grows
Dear Mare, We haven’t met yet, but I sincerely hope this will change somewhere in the near future. Since I have a rather troublesome relationship with the postal services (as well as with my hairdresser for that matter, but that is besides the issue here), I had dropped of my manuscript at your reception desk… Continue reading In The Meantime, The Slushpile Grows