This week, I spoke to someone. On the phone. Someone not related to me. Someone not married to me, on his weekly trip to the supermarket, using one of my scarves as a mask. Every year, without fail, people buy me scarves. I don’t wear them. They collect, and possibly multiply in my closet. But I don’t wear them. These days, my husband wears one (with penguins on it) to go to the supermarket. He calls me to tell me…
It will surprise no one that my mouth sometimes gets me into trouble. For instance, I kneeled on a chair as a kid, held on to the back, and SANG. One day I ended my routine by tipping the chair, and my teeth ended up going through my lip. I moved my act to singing with a hairbrush while W-sitting on the kitchen floor. Star Search never called me to sing on the show. Fast forward a few years, a…
And so, Isla has this thing where she holds doors open for me. I don’t make her do it, she just does. On a recent family road trip, after a coffee run with friends, Isla was there at the door, on her mission. A stranger comes along and pulls the door wider. Isla stumbles back, but not that far, still looking at me. Takes up her space between me, the door, and the stranger. And then the stranger says to…
Before I moved to Edinburgh for love, I lived and worked and did everything else in Glasgow for five years. About a month after I signed a two year deal on a flat, Neil asked me to move to Edinburgh. After I figured out that this move was A BIG DEAL, I asked him to move to Glasgow. Apart from the music scene and me at the time, there wasn’t much that he liked in my adopted city, so I…
