Depression, a thief of days

Like a lightning bolt from above, it hits me – my galling lack of integrity – that I’ve screwed up. Again. I’ve held myself up to unrelenting standards and outrageous expectations, neither of which I’ve had the strength of character to achieve, and so have been the author of my own failure.

Forget Me Not

I lit candles in my fireplace today, in coloured-glass-filled lanterns, which cast bright shadows on the walls in crystal hues. I lit candles in lanterns with filigree metalwork, so that patterns danced and swayed with the flames, and the shadows were cast out (except where they were beautiful). I lit candles that were plain, in…

Every Paige Counts

There’s a book coming out TODAY, written by Mandi Castle (sexy beast extraordinaire and also, author (her official title)), and I think you should definitely read it. It’s called ‘Dear Stephanie’ (yaknow, I might even have mentioned it once. Or twice. Or a million times: here, and here, and here, and here) and it’s the…