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
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What do I do now? Where will I go? Must the sun set on all that I believe I know? Then again, What do I know? I must know some things . . . At least, I used to think so.
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.
Where does it end?
At twenty-one degrees Celsius, Máire's blood was still simmering. It did not seem to matter how much or how cold the water, and at that point she must have swallowed an entire well. The fear of drinking too little far outweighed any concern for what might happen as a consequence of drinking too much. And, … Continue reading Where does it end?
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?
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Raining hard again . . . Your lips against mine, at last! I sigh, excited.
Twelve Italian Earworms (which I’ve secretly grown to love)
If you've ever spent time in Italy, then you'll have undoubtedly concluded that almost every presumption made about their great attention to aesthetically pleasing fashion, artwork, or music is pretty spot on! Many Italians, both north and south of Rome, continue to take great pride in how they appear and behave in almost every social … Continue reading Twelve Italian Earworms (which I’ve secretly grown to love)
Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Ardent Writing 