All my life writing has been life and breath to me (as anyone who evern knew me can attest). Poetry was my inheritance, passed onto me probably on a DNA…Continue readingLearning to breathe again
… your “rebirthed” self would have been old enough to drink today. I would have opened champagne. You never lived to see it. Let me explain. On 20 June 2003,…Continue readingHappy Re-Birthday, love…
Two years ago or so, my mother, who was already mostly blind from macular degeneration and was suffering from increasing physical frailty as well as a spiralling…Continue readingMy Mother’s Salt
I’ve wanted to see the Aurora, the Northern Lights, all of my life. I never had a lot of chances – and the one time I came close, on a…Continue readingFire in the sky
We all have a cutlery drawer in the kitchen, right? Well, mine is weird. The forks partition has the six forks that came as the set which is in daily…Continue readingThe mystery of spoons
I dream solid chewy dreams, and sometimes they turn into stories or even novels (and once a trlogy) but often they are just things I remember clearly and almost verbatim…Continue readingI am standing
So here’s a thing that is relevant to what I am about to tell you. My mom was always *tiny*. She never weighed more than some 110 pounds soaking wet,…Continue readingMy mother’s “glad rags”
As Meatloaf once sang it, objects in the rear view mirror can appear closer than they are – and 2023 (soon to be in the said rear view mirror) is…Continue reading2023: in the rear view mirror