This is all I’ve got

These words. This heart. These hands and this brain and this smile. This bounce in my step And this hand on her shoulder. This is all I’ve got. So take me as you find me. My turn of phrase. My hope. My heart. My wishing only for the best. Seeing the invisible ones. This is […]

Us. Them. Other. (or Life on the Edge)

I live fairly close to the edges of things – I’m the one who says the wrong thing, or writes what everyone’s thinking and nobody will say. My past is littered with moments of other-ness so as much as it’s cosy in here with Us, I can’t help but wish They could be here too. […]

100 Days of Writing (Day3)

I stumbled upon #100daysofwriting earlier this week via @under_blue_sky (aka Stephanie Butland) on Twitter. I’m fairly sure the idea is to just turn up at the page every day for 100 days, so I have noncommitally decided to have a go. Given that I have a novel that I’m editing fairly heavily (essentially a rewrite […]

Promises

My engagement ring is beautiful. I love it. I also don’t wear it as it causes some weird smelly rash on my finger. I know marriage can be difficult but it’s not supposed to make you actually stink. Anyway, sometimes that has vexed me a little, because I wanted some outward sign of my inside […]

Ice cream, and Adulting

I’m eating ice cream. Ben&Jerry’s Cookie Dough to be exact. It is my childhood bliss in a pot. Not because we had cookie dough ice cream but because ice cream was for summer days and special treats and when my mum baked she always let us scrape the bowl and eat it. Somehow that was […]

Not The Thing

I used to think that I had to find The Thing and then I would be Happy. You know the Thing? That something that somehow if I worked out what it was and did it, everything would make sense. Everything would be worthwhile. The obstacles would be as nothing. I just needed to look around […]

I’m not done yet

There are so many failures littering these past few years, if that’s the way I look at it. I have wasted a perfectly good brain and excellent grades in university by not finding a PhD. Instead I am the carer for my ASD diagnosed Little Person.  I have not mastered the art of housework. Instead […]

Lessons from a Labrador. Sort of.

I  skived church on Sunday.  I took Little Person and the Labrador to a local lab meet up and watched my dog splash about and my Little Person throw wet balls and talk to people she didnt know.  And the greatest surprise of all is that she didn’t mind the change in routine.  It’s easy […]