IT IS HOT STOP CLIMATE CHANGE NOW. I don’t think I’ve seen hotter days this year than week 36. Getting out of a hot shower and feeling equally wet fifteen minutes later. (Continue)

The first week back at work is fairly quiet, I even found myself on the verge of boredom at one point. (Continue)

Nienke, Mehdi, an anonymous friend, and I attend the annual Pride March. It’s the city’s first two-week Pride festival in Amsterdam, each week organized by a different organization. (Continue)

When I first set foot in the Old Catholic Church to attend an All Saints service, I knew I had found a special place. (Continue)

She blesses Anja, me, and a handful of other people who carved out time in their Sunday evenings to come to Church. (Continue)

There’s a woman who runs a bookshop in De Bijlmer. She has kind eyes that make you want to curl up with a book and a cup of tea. (Continue)

My attempt to lure both Anja and myself outside for some fresh air and a walk was thwarted as soon as I learned the place was out of my favorite bubble tea. (Continue)