I was buried deep beneath the clay Not yet aware of the daylight. Curled up and cloistered, feeling the hours pass away while shadows slipped through earthworm tunnels. Gradually I grasped some sense to reach for soil below; gravity - my clarity, all I cared to know. Then it one day occurred to me that … Continue reading Seed
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Charity shop shenanigans
Secondhand. There, I said it. The word is almost a slur of its own nowadays. We are meant to call it something less triggering for the sake of a jumpier new generation, I suppose. Sorry Karen, I meant "pre-loved". I felt cheapened more by the modern terminology than I had ever felt by any used … Continue reading Charity shop shenanigans
Disturbed
I made dinner. That was all. That was all it took for the headache to return. Not the kids, not Frankie wrecking my nerves with YouTube shorts blaring. I had no underlying illness as far as I knew. Nothing weird that I could have inherited. Nothing. It just started. The mental traffic was there though. … Continue reading Disturbed
I just want to help.
Sometimes, the best thing we can do for someone who's growth and wellbeing we care about is to leave them to their own devices - not to advise, not to supervise, not to intervene, or at worst dictate. Stepping in might seem like a good idea, and it might feel like the right thing to … Continue reading I just want to help.
Rethinking Pink?
I know, I know - "Another Brick in the Wall" isn't about bricks in a literal sense, and neither will this post be . . . entirely. I do however, want to loosely add my own two cents to some of the deep-cutting messages behind this iconic song (or at least, what I've interpreted), and … Continue reading Rethinking Pink?
Can we have our cake and eat it too?
Sorry readers, but this isn't about cake. It is however partially about my own beef with the oddly complicated issue of substituting animal leather for other materials, and at least the personal lived experience of this for a slightly lazy consumer like myself. So, it's a little difficult for me to talk about this subject … Continue reading Can we have our cake and eat it too?
Say hello for me
It was probably about ten thirty in the morning when I had finally reached the other side of the ravine. Gasping for air, not from the October heat, but from my climb to the top of the hill. Yet, I beamed at my accomplishment, ignoring the older experienced hikers who had made the trek with … Continue reading Say hello for me
But when the party ends . . .
What can you say? You want to say so much. You need to. But, can you? The question hangs there until dead, but at some point it will need cutting down. You draw breath to speak, then catch yourself just before anyone around you notices. You let it go and the silence remains undisturbed, at … Continue reading But when the party ends . . .
Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
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