Silver Foxes

I’ve always believed that mothers have a special intuition—the ability to see beyond words and behaviors and understand exactly what’s going on. So, I always called my mom a fox. No matter how well I tried to come up with explanations, she already knew. What’s more, I knew she knew, but I didn’t have the courage to come clean with the truth. Maybe my little trick sharpened her senses—who knows?!

But for a while now, I’ve realized that Dad has these abilities too. It’s just that I hadn’t paid attention to him, convinced as I was that only Mom could be a fox. But looking back, I realized that Dad hadn't missed a few things either. This leads me to believe that Dad is a fox too—only that he's a silver one.

And you don’t have to take my word for it. Take a moment and look around at your loved ones. Be careful, though—foxes are very discreet, and you might not see them unless you look back to catch a glimpse of their footsteps. It’s still something, I tell you!

Attire

A mother and daughter walk past a formal dress shop, and the window display features nothing but sequined dresses.

'Look, Mom, this is where I’m going to get my prom dress!'

'Yeah, sure. What prom?'

'The eighth-grade one.'

'Aha! I'm sure you’re only going to get your godmother’s dress from here!'

Coming soon!

How many times have you been assigned a task with a deadline of “yesterday,” received an email as long as a Dostoevsky novella, or gotten a cryptic WhatsApp message from a “telepathic” coworker who expects you to read their mind through a crystal ball?

Cassius Books Publishing House has done me the honor of agreeing to publish my new nonfiction book about office life. 'Work Under the Microscope' aims to make you harder to manipulate and provide you with communication strategies.

Because a healthy work environment isn’t built with fruit in the office or wellness classes, but with clear rules, mutual respect, and the courage to call a spade a spade.

Saying

People don't laugh at you because you're stupid; they laugh at you because you can't handle things.

Inexorable. Until not.

A woman is talking on the phone in the park.

“And they were saying on TV that these guys are going to ban us from going to church. Yeah, that we won’t be able to go to service anymore—I mean, whenever we want. Yeah, you hear me?! Yeah, it’s going to be a disaster. What’s he saying? Oh, he’s hungry! Give him some fruit or something—it’s not good to eat dinner on an empty stomach. Yeah, so that’s what they were saying—that it’s going to be a disaster.”

Pause.

“So you went on a trip? Did you like it? Never mind, it’s fine—at least you got something for yourself. Because these sequins are in style at parties, weddings, or whatever. Never mind, you did the right thing!”

Come on!

Two sisters nudge each other. One says to the other, “You ask!”.

“Daddy, are you making pancakes for us tonight?”

“No.”

“Taraaaa!”, the little girl says, turning to her sister.

Surprises at the antique store