“Who Still Serves Consomme?”

Last week I wrote about holding onto conflicted feelings and my best friend, Karen, shared this beautiful response: [quote]I just spent two hours ripping through dusty boxes from a storage unit that we finally emptied after ignoring it for seven…

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Me and My Shadow

Walking with my dog, Lilly, in the sunshine this week, I noticed our shadows strolling in front of us … attached… dark faceless companions paving our way. I began to reflect on the word ‘shadow’ and how it’s been showing…

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Something New

I learned something new last week. Stand-up paddleboarding. It's one of those beguiling activities I've admired from afar and thought to myself that it looked simple enough. Not much to it. Stand. Paddle. Glide across the surface of the water…

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Let’s Be Honest

Honesty can burn your tongue. Like slurping a hot soup infused with chilies, the aftermath can sting. Especially when you have been brave enough to speak a truth that feels easier to conceal. But honesty can also rejuvenate. It can…

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Play Me, I’m Yours

I was in London last month visiting my 'other' home. I arrived feeling dislocated.  It's an odd sideways movement returning to a place where you have left roots. A place where  you have made memories... sweet and bitter, clear and…

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Welcome to Wavering

There's a distinct difference between writer's block and writer's blah. Writer's block is dense. Brick. Concrete. Slab. Writer's blah is foggy. Murky. Swampy. Slump. Writer's block is hard to miss. It's the desolation of a blank page. A flashing cursor…

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“You Got the Part!”

When I was just married, I was known to spend hours in a galactic tailspin in the supermarket. I felt as if I had been launched into an unknown universe, punctuated with beckoning aisles, lurking black holes waiting to suck…

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Wait Here

I've been sitting here for a while now pondering the blank screen. It's not a comfortable feeling - waiting. But it's also not an unfamiliar one. I feel like I spend a lot of life waiting. Waiting for the oven…

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Singing in the Street

It was a rare occasion to be collected from school by my father. My sister and I had a half day. My dad picked us up and took us out to lunch. I might have been ten. I don’t remember…

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Face to Facebook

Ever since I was young, I was drawn towards a few very close friendships…choosing intimacy and emotional connection over flittering throngs of social butterflies. But still those butterflies' shimmering wings attracted my attention. Recently on Facebook a girl from my…

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