FEAST OR FAMINE

If Paris Were My Lover   is available as an audio series – read by the author (myself) – on my  Substack  exclusive for paid subscribers.    If Paris Were My Lover   began as a whisper   —   a question about how deeply  a  place  – a city – can  shape us. It became a book, and now, it’s a voice.   My voice.   I’m sharing the audio version of this intimate story, chapter by chapter, across six special podcast episodes exclusively on my  Substack, The Stories in You and Me .   This is more than a reading. It’s a quiet walk through Paris  where I live .    My Substack can be accessed for free. HERE . You can become a free subscriber or a paid subscriber (for USD $5 per month). The Audio Series is available to Paid Subscribers.    Join me on   The Stories in You and Me ,  where Paris awaits you, not just to be seen, but to be heard.         5.0 out of 5...

Here is the latest poem by Rainy Day Healing Poet in Residence - Tamar Zhghenti: A TIPSY TEACHER'S RANT: MARCH 2025    in Rainy Day Healing website A Tipsy Teacher's Rant "- Hate reading poems, do you?  Well, here's the scoop - you're all poetryholics, deep down. Disdain the tangled grammar,  rhyme schemes or their lack, fancy words, lofty talk,  plot’s absence and such, but don't kid yourself into thinking  you hate poetry. Not quite.   For all of you, without exception, are hooked on poetic essence— that bliss of the unnecessary, the joy of the needless.   Think of skipping stones in streams, running fingers through a hedge, cloud-watching or stargazing, dancing in the rain, silly selfies, shower singing, love at first sight,  and many more non-functionals that make us whole, _ all spring from poetry’s soul.   Now, we know this for sure: Thirteen millennia ago, In the grip of the ice age, Wrapped in layers of fur an...

Omi, with laughter deep as roots,   hands cradling the swollen bulbs of kohlrabi,   you stood in your Berlin garden,   woven into the earth like the trees that knew your name.     The sun stitched golden threads through your curls,   wrinkles unfolding in joy,   a face etched with seasons of giving,   harvests of care, always enough, always more.     You, who whispered to seedlings,   sang lullabies to the wind,   and taught love through the simple grace   of soil beneath fingernails.     I still hear you in the rustle of leaves,   feel your warmth in the scent of cut herbs,   your hands still guide me—   soft, unseen, yet certain.     Omi, your garden still grows in me,   your wisdom, your kindness, your quiet strength.   And when I stand beneath the sky,   I know—   yo...

If Paris Were My Lover : Launch Day Has Arrived! Today is the day!  If Paris Were My Lover   is officially out in th e world . This journey began as a whisper   – a  lingering question about the ways we fall in love, not just with people, but with places, memories, and the versions of ourselves that only exist in certain corners of the world. For me, that place has been Paris.   This book is a love affair told in fragments. It is for those who have ever wandered through a city and felt something shift deep inside. It is for th ose  who know that some places call to us like an unfinished sentence, waiting to be completed.   Paris is more than a postcard or a perfect café table. It is a city that mirrors our own complexities—the contradictions of beauty and solitude, passion and melancholy, adventure and stillness. In these pages, I have woven together fiction ,  memor ies and  poetry, crafting a story that invites you to ask:  What if a c...