Feeling a bit dim


So, I'm walking home today and thinking about Christmas traditions and how we as a family have so few of them and it suddenly dawned on me that I had actually destroyed my family when I left my ex. I feel like an idiot. I hadn't actually realized that before. Well, I had, but not…

Dear mum


I'm thinking of you today. I'm not sure why this bright winter day brings you to mind, but maybe it's a confluence of two things I've read. The first was "Dear Fatty", by Dawn French - her memoir, written as a series of letters to people she knows and loves. We never shared Dawn -…

Serpent’s teeth and the brilliance of Shakespeare


I hated reading Shakespeare as I grew up. The language seemed difficult, the concepts dry and old. I was, of course, ignorant. And a philistine. Now I know better, and am continually gobsmacked by what Shakespeare was able to contain in his works. I wonder who I was when I was younger - so sure…

Families, or what would we write about without them?


Saw a mini-van today with a partial stick-figure family on the back - just the dad and the son. The mom and another child had obviously been peeled off (in a fit of pique? In sorrow? In rage?). So I wondered. What happened to the other figures (there might even have been a dog there,…

The warped door


In every life, there seems to be a closet of unresolved feelings, undealt-with crises, unhealed wounds. I know I have one, and sometimes  it's all I can do to shove things in there out of my everyday sight so that I can focus on what needs to be done to get myself around in a…

Oxytocin and love, or why don’t you just touch me already?


I love the luxury I have as a retired person to lie in bed and listen to the radio on the morning. Sometimes, though, what I hear sends me rocketing into my day, filled with rage or wonderment. Yesterday, in time for Valentine's Day, there was a report on the Current about using oxytocin spray…

How to kill a friendship


Once upon a time there was a happy girl, one who had the whole world ahead of her.  She met a happy boy, who said he loved her and asked her to marry him.  She ignored the warnings she felt as he said some hurtful things, as she met some of his family, as she…

the ins and outs of the post-modern Christmas


Well, I can't tell you just exactly how much I am looking forward to this next week. Back when I was a kidlet, Christmas was so fun - I knew I'd get more than I received, I could laze about and be provided yummy food, and I was pretty well guaranteed I could curl up…

Trust and love and all that junk


For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Rainer Maria Rilke I've been separated  for four or so years now (strange concept that is, giving one the image of…

The GOH and the HH


So, the gang of hoodlums are coming by again this weekend, but I will be away, far away, all because of the Horrible Heffalump. Those of you who have gone through the "new relationship" thing with a divorced/divorcing fellah know about the Horrible Heffalump - that would be the scary ex-wife, who rightly or wrongly,…