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he ain’t no wallflower, he’s learning karate
On Wednesday night my middle boy tried out Karate. He was excited at the prospect until we got there. Then he clung to the wall and wouldn’t go in. ‘I’m nervous, Mum, I’m nervous.’ He wasn’t alone but...
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parking fines are fine
One of us talks too much. It’s me or my editor. Since I’m the one with questions and she’s the one with the experience, I hope it’s her. I parked blocks away from my publisher’s where I could get a...
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seeing beauty without looking
Yesterday, at work, I was totally in the moment. I was at the coffee machine, I think it was a large latte with two, but what it was doesn’t matter. I was steaming the milk. The milk was swirling,...
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grief survival kit
So, it’s been a year and two months and a week, and two days since my little sister, Libby, died. Yes, I plan to always talk of the time passing like that. I can’t help it and I don’t mind it. I’ve...
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yes, the dead have birthdays
These dates, anniversaries, they don’t creep up on you. They freaking chase with a shovel. When the year anniversary of my sister’s death drew close I knew it: four months, three months, two months,...
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i accept acceptance but i do not accept zombies
This week daysofhilda turns a year old. Yay! And like most one year olds, daysofhilda is teetering about clinging to its family, the furniture, its fave foods and discovering new things daily. I...
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the most positive blog post in history
The black dog is dead. I didn’t kill it because that would be inhumane. I got someone else to do it. Enter the Chocolate Labrador of Bliss. Bliss. Because I like knowing I’m on the right and safe...
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the good, the bad and the freaking heroic
In the middle of last year, when my depression was at its lowest (highest?) and I’d just increased my dose (yes, with the doctor’s approval), I dragged myself to a writing workshop. On the writing...
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