Back to the Stone Age
My Dad always calls himself a fossil, and going to stay at his place is like taking a trip into the past. My own childhood for starters – I have Continue Reading →
My Dad always calls himself a fossil, and going to stay at his place is like taking a trip into the past. My own childhood for starters – I have Continue Reading →
The last but one paper to do to finish my degree! Whee! (I’m ignoring the fact that I can’t get the other one done before I go, and will thus Continue Reading →
I keep forgetting. I turn off the tv, walk into my room, and expect Cleo to be there on the bed waiting for me. She’d open one sleepy eye, make Continue Reading →
I finished The Diary of Anne Frank a couple of weeks ago, and have been pondering it ever since. When it got selected for Book Club (we all put suggestions Continue Reading →
Let’s face it. Today wasn’t off to a good start. I slept in, it’s freaking cold (February my ass), and we’re in the paper again. But then (cue drum roll) Continue Reading →
I’d love to say I hated it. So many people told me I would love it, and I usually rebel when that happens, and refuse to give it a chance. (ie Continue Reading →
Things that make my heart fall Getting a call from the vet to pick up Cleo’s ashes Getting a letter from Studylink saying they won’t pay for my study Putting Continue Reading →
I know it won’t be there. I know it, I know it, I know it, and yet there I go, and I turn down the aisle, and my heart leaps Continue Reading →
“…to write and make money.” Katherine Mansfield, journal entry New Years Day, 1915. A woman after my own heart! Or perhaps I am after hers, considering she was here first. Continue Reading →
In the last post I said that Cleo does not go quietly. On reflection, I think she will not go at all. I am lucky because her memory will always Continue Reading →