My 3 yr. old son was watching children’s tv this morning and a boy said something about “butterflies in my stomach.” My son frowned. “Butterflies in the stomach? That isn’t possible,” he said. I tried to explain that when people say they have butterflies in the stomach, it means they are in love. I don’t think […]
moreHelloHow are you? i hope all is well with you, i hope you may not know me, and idon’t know who you are, My Name is Miss Marianna Courtan, i am justbroswing now i just saw your Email it seams like some thing touches meall over my body, i started having some feelings in me […]
moreBad voice. Plus all the wrong choices in terms of wardrobe. Why on earth did I decide to put on shorts this morning? The kind that creep up the insides of your legs? And then of course today: a very-important-man-who-has-become-a-friend said he was in my neighbourhood and up for a spur of the moment lunch. […]
moreA calender on the wall. There’s nothing really special about it. It shows the month of February which is an image of a path disappearing into a field’s horizon. The skies above it are grey and misty. I noticed there are dots on the photo, braille. These dots probably state what the words beneath the […]
moreAugust is the sweaty meadow of summer. Ladybirds lose their way in tangled hair. Wasps hit their heads against trees. Dogs pant. People fight. A rusty lawnmower roars to cut its way through wrappers and corks and lollies and condoms and grass. Trodden and tired. Overused and abused, August is. Waiting for school to start, […]
moreMy son and I sat on the kitchen floor eating a raisin mix. “If I eat the black ones, my stomach will become black. And if I eat the yellow ones, it’ll be yellow,” he announced. Life can be so simple at that age. He waited for me to agree. I said, “and if we eat both, […]
moreEvery night we would watch her perform. Play for her, contently. Modestly, so that she could shine. Sometimes, she would swing her hips from side to side. Those were extra special nights. You could see her contemplating whether she would take that risk. Like an ice skater going for the triple axle instead of a […]
moreMy homeopath said, “you have always protected her and defended her. And you still are.” This had me wondering. To defend someone who has done you wrong is a rational act. It’s a cerebral reaction to an emotional hurt. It’s needing to tell yourself over and over again that – “no, that person didn’t actually […]
moreThis morning, a middle-aged man cheerily walked down the street. He was wearing light-blue baby boy clothes. The style of them was oldfashioned: his nappy shorts had white frills around the edges, as did the short sleeves of his top. He wore long, pastel yellow socks. And he was holding a girly bag, which he swung […]
moreGolden Brown, texture like sun. Lays me down, with my mind she runs. Throughout the night, no need to fight. Never a frown, with Golden Brown. At the age of 10, I was an unhappy girl. We lived in London. It was my deepest wish to celebrate my 11th birthday in Canada. This is where […]
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