And so, I was quiet the last few weeks because I had no words. My Aunt Lucy died, and then it was her funeral. And I really wish teleporters were already a thing. I received word of her death on the way back from dropping Neil off at the ferry for his two weeks in the office. My Isla asked me, I swear, if I was crying ‘because Aunt Lucy’s in heaven. Can we call her up?’ Kinda sorta. And…
On her second snow day… Neil: It’s a blizzard. Isla: I don’t see a lizard. It’s snow, Daddy. On love… Isla: I love you, Mumma. Don’t ever change. Me: *just over here on the floor* On snacks… Isla was picking through a bag of gum-drops after lunch. ‘Hmm. I think Nana ate all the good ones.’ On her mother’s artistic abilities… Me: It’s a butterfly. Isla: It’s a heart with a line in it. Me: Well, you and me went…
Eight years ago today, I was getting ready to go on what I already hoped would be my last first date. The boy liked Japanese fiction, beer, and obscure bands and the girl liked all of those things, and the boy, too. Online dating and I were on a break. Had reached an impasse. Agreed to disagree. And yet. Two weeks before, I saw this guy. This guy that seemed different to all the other guys. Different because, well, he…
One of the things I love about blogging, maybe the first thing I love about blogging, are the connections we make with the people behind the blogs. I love the randomness, the silly and the serious, the excuses to connect. I’m answering these random questions because Becca and Gloria wanted to know my answers to them. And because I like random questions. I think random questions help people think about/work out/put words to the not-so-random things in life. And so,…
Hello! Picture it: A relaxed but working writer on her laptop in a coffeeshop. Sipping coffee and eating a complicated but delicious sandwich. Inspired by the coffee shop music of various conversations punctuated by random laughter and maybe some tears. Inspired by her coffee and her complicated but delicious sandwich. Setting the scene out the window. Or at the next table. Happily caffeinated and writing words. That writer WAS NOT me. I know I said I’d be blogging throughout the…
