Setting your scene. I live in the great Pacific Northwe(s)t, and that last bit, wihout the “s”, has been particularly and catastrophically true recently (see news coverage of western Washington…Continue readingonce upon a wall…
I was reading an article on The Marginalian, Ursula le Guin on dogs and cats, on identity, on life and youth and beauty and memory. And I went down my…Continue readingWho am I…?
A couple of the autumn/winter rains have been heavy, and have resulted in massive backsplash spatter on the doors of my office downstairs under the deck. I have also been…Continue readingI can see clearly now…
A friend recently and relatively artlessly started talking to me about this OTHER firend that she has – he’s in his early seventies, he’s “also” widowed (twice, as it…Continue readingRe-pair…
Look, I name EVERYTHING. OK?I have nicknames for gadgets in the house, all the time. I’m in line with the “Naming of Cats” thing from T S Elliot – everything…Continue readingThe naming of cars
You can have many kinds of grief. You can grieve the loss of a job, a dream, even things (accidentally dropping and smashing a favourite mug will give you a…Continue readingThe Nature of Grief
Dear love, It’s been two years, today. Two years since you left me. Two years since your body failed you (although your courage never did). Two years since you passed…Continue readingTwo years
It’s weird, but grieving is… waiting. It’s waiting for the minutes to add up to an hour, for hours to add up to a day, for days to string together…Continue readingWaiting