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How Mama Rolls Humor Life Writing

Of Balloons & Birthdays

28th June 2017

‘Happy Birthday, baby!’ ‘Go to sleep, Mummy.’ ‘Aren’t you excited?’ ‘Sleeep, Mummy.’ Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep. ‘What time is it?’ ‘Five o’clock.’ ‘Well, shit.  G’night,’ I said. Two hours later.  Stickers and balloons in bed. ‘What, no penguins?’ Isla asked.  ‘C’mon, guys!’ Her favourite thing of the early morning was a helium balloon that we bought in Inverness (more on that shopping trip later.  Because it was indeed a trip.) Back to…

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Humor Life Writing

Writing In The Wild

21st June 2017

‘I don’t want to go.’ ‘Yes, you do.’ ‘What are you going to do for me in exchange for going out and speaking to people?’ ‘I’ll fix your phone screen.’ ‘Good deal.  I prefer messaging to speaking.  Actually, I hate people.’ ‘No, you don’t.’ ‘I don’t.  But how bout reading?  Can I stay home and read?’ ‘No.’ ‘Harsh, dude.’ But I left Neil in the kitchen with my phone, working on his end of the bargain. I got in the…

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Humor Life Writing

I Should Take My Own Writing Advice

19th June 2017

I’ve been writing for longer than you think.  I’ve been writing for longer than I think sometimes.  I used to write fiction, had five novels on the go.  Used to write short stories longhand.  On my bedroom floor.  When I was 25.  I used to draft things, even when people said to leave that shit in.  I used to type my writing at 3 in the morning, while blasting music I found on Napster.  That’s how far back we  go.…

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Coffee Talk Disability Humor Life

Welcome To The Pub

11th June 2017

I’ve decided I’m gonna be a bit freer on this here blog. I’m feeling a bit more isolated than usual these days and I feel like I need to connect/write/talk more. Truth is, I don’t get out as much as I used to. Skye is often CLOSED or some shit. I sign up for things out of the house that are canceled. For reasons. Like I’m the only one interested. I get very excited when my PAs arrive in the…

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Coffee Talk Writing

An Alternate Universe

3rd June 2017

I used to know the difference between jealousy and envy, but I’ve lost track of which one is less painful.  The one that doesn’t eat you up.  The one you wouldn’t wish on anyone. In an alternate universe, I got married to Neil wearing a purple dress.  Me, not him. It was catered by my Nana, but she also had the best time.  My Grandma was there, too.  And she remembered everything.  In one photo, I was flanked by them,…

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