The Things I Left Undone
When I was little, I had no clear idea of how life was going to pan out, except for a few ‘hallmark’ achievements and occurrences which were obviously going to happen along the way… …and didn’t.
When I was little, I had no clear idea of how life was going to pan out, except for a few ‘hallmark’ achievements and occurrences which were obviously going to happen along the way… …and didn’t.
Tear. You can have it both ways with this one – ‘tear’, as in the things which drown my eyes and shine tracks down my face in the lamplight; or ‘tear’, as in the portion of my heart which ripped and ripped again with each loss and each reminder. A year ago today I shared…
My Lovelies, if you’ve been around here for more than the odd occasion lately, you’ll know all about Jenny; the amazing lady I met a few weeks ago when I took post-hotel-conference food to distribute to the homeless people in the city centre (I’m not an angel – food waste is anathema to me when…
I’m living lighter, this week. That’s not to say I’ve lost weight (I wish!) but rather my experience of life is more buoyant. Remarkably so, seeing as people have said things to that effect. It surprised me at first, and I felt very guilty because a marriage break-down is *meant* to be horrible. It is…
Dear Life, You win. You’ve been winning for years, but I thought I was a fighter. I thought I had Right on my side. Or Love. Or *something*. And it’s not that there wasn’t love, not by any means – it was there. Lots of it. But you cheated. You fucking cheated.
There are LOTS of things I’m thankful for, and which I’d love to share with you and celebrate together, but for some reason (maybe because I still have the tail-end of this cold (which has royally mucked up my week, and YES I’m fishing for sympathy, dammit!)) I can’t think of ANY kind of way…
If you’re reading this on Friday, I suspect two things: 1) You’re astonished to see this up so early (i.e. at the beginning of when the link-up’s meant to go live, not several hours after) 2) I’m still driving. You see, there will be absolutely NO way for me to write this post on the…
Today, lovelies, I’m not here. I mean, I *am* here, but not…because I’ve written a piece which introduces me to the wonderful crowd who are starting to show interest in The SisterWives project. The reason for the project’s existence is thoroughly good and I’m thrilled to be part of its inception and forward movement, but…
I wasn’t sure how to manage this weekend’s TToT…because I’m not here – I’m off having fun with Christine, my wonderful friend from A Fly On Our Chicken Coop Wall. So there! But I do have a list, even if half of it is fantasy and I won’t be able to tell you (until I…
The version where I’m angry, and don’t actually WANT to write any things of thankful any more, because my husband, with whom I am mid-argument, has fallen ASLEEP and I am too busy turning the air around me black and blue with the colour and quality of my thoughts, and do not have headspace for…