(Post written yesterday, 13.04.2021) This is called stream of consciousness I believe. A device used by Virginia Woolf and others if I’m correct (but if I pursue this line of thought I’ll be even more distracted and won’t get on with my day. Apologies if incorrect.) But here. Picture the scene. (I’ll help by providing… Continue reading On mountains, mothering and driving lessons.
And there it went again: Sunday past was Mother’s day. I kept deliberately quiet about it this year and I’m not sure really why. Perhaps because I’ve said so much about it already. Like here: I had no urge to write or post or send texts or pics to mother friends. My mother was visiting… Continue reading why I didn’t blog on MOTHERS DAY
I told you there’s no such thing as the quiet country life,’ says my husband. ‘You are delusional. ‘You think you’re just gonna hang out there and sit by the river and write books? There’s no such thing. Life is work.’ My husband is usually right. He’s pretty smart. But that’s not one of the… Continue reading ducking and diving in Stanford
There’s something about the letter “M” that has a comfort sound for me. I think it must relate to the word ‘mother’. I am lucky to have two of these- Mum and Milly: mothers that are so much part of my being that I cannot imagine life without them. And since it’s often easier to… Continue reading For Mothers Day : A mention of my mothers: Mum and Milly