You have just met someone new and a mutual interest seems to be growing. Love bells are ringing. Getting to know each other is in full force so naturally, you are curious about every window that promises a glimpse into who they are. Including and especially their ex's. It's ok to admit it as it's a rather common curiosity, an understandable fascination to have with former lovers of folks you love. It's tempting to not only know who they are but also to want a piece of their

Red everywhere. Roses and hearts and chocolates and cards, reminders on each corner you turn to. Love day is here! Capitalism has found a way to hook it's claws into every corner of our lives. Love is no exception rather a lucrative emotion. We are all subjects born with the innate desire to seek it. Weather you are floating in a sea of infatuation, confused in the thickness of the power struggle, settled into blissful communion, valentine's day concerns you. It's true for yo

It's not for the faint-hearted, you know, nothing short of bravery in allowing love to take you where most are quick to only see baggage and a demanding list of compromises of all sorts. Kudos to you; especially if you are not bringing with you kids from your own failed attempt at building a family in your past. Step parenthood is a role that brings with it lots of challenges but also holds with it a priceless reward. At a tender age of 23, I became divorced and with a child

"What's so funny?" I heard a soft voice from the back. I wasn't used to people striking conversations with me where I was. See I was standing in a charity store in Basingstoke, a town not even a city, about 50 miles (77km) southwest of London, England. A cab driver had educated me earlier that day, apparently, a place qualifies for 'cityhood' only if it contains a Cathedral. Who knew? Not me! Let alone little old basingstoke, a small and old market town, even in big'ol London