A long, slightly rambling blog. Like the tentacles of an octopus. My October. Children are easily embarrassed by their parents when they get to a particular age. They are from a different generation dealing with different parts of their growing selves in ways they cannot yet fully understand, and we have long forgotten. Truthfully, I… Continue reading EIGHT OCTOBER OBSERVATIONS
Cautionary: KINDLY IGNORE THIS POST IF YOU HAVE ANY SPECIFIC OR PRIOR SPECIALIST MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE. I gave up biology in Standard 7. At the risk of revealing anything too private about my life (though it must be said that the concept of menopause, at this stage, is entirely mysterious and reserved for a select few… Continue reading ONE THING TO BE GRATEFUL FOR ON #WOMENS DAY
I’d been reading Kafka on the way up in the car, scanning through ‘The Metamorphosis’ and other short stories, and deciding that I would have to speak to someone about him. I hadn’t read much of it before and felt a bit clueless about what he was trying to say most of the time. I… Continue reading On Kafda, and thoughts of one and other special things.
…so, as it happened, when I stood up to start my awaited celebratory speech to the people who were seated beneath those 50 balloons, I knew that, this time, winging it was probably not going to be the best choice but I tried it all the same. I tend to do that kind of thing sometimes. And… Continue reading Snippets of June and my Fifty Balloons
In last month’s blog, I dared to suggest that I would talk about turning FIFTY. Funny how you can be so motivated about a writing piece one day and wholly daunted by it days later. I thought I had worked it all out and it would sing of inspirations and insights and read like a… Continue reading 50 THOUGHTS on TURNING 50
Book or Blog: What’s it to be? To write or to ski? Are you kidding? That’s not much of choice- at least not for me. It’s 4.05am. I’ve been awake since 2am. There are people who live out their lives at these sorts of crazy times. Shift workers, nurses and doctors, the early morning radio… Continue reading BOOK OR BLOG: what’s it to be?
The email, the twitter, and then all the facebook posts, the death of a young girl in the forest, it’s been a horrific affair I came downstairs to make some tea and saw Milly sitting on a chair. I sat down next to her and watched her with the eye of the needle, an intense gaze, and we chatted… Continue reading Wednesday Words. No pictures.