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It is scarier than I thought, coming back here. I've missed Eljay and the anonymity it once afforded. There is no such luxury now, the world has gotten smaller, constricted, too familiar ( Read more... ) -
Because an anchor can't carry you home
Have I taken leave of my senses ( Read more... ) -
The ballad of crab and fish
You can't keep appearing then disappearing from my life because every time you do, you rip at heart. You can't say the things that you do and then withdraw and pretend there was nothing between us because your timing sucks as usual. You can't keep doing this to me because I am not 17 anymore and you are not 14. And again when I was 22 and you 18. ( Read more... ) -
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In 10 minutes my birthday will be over.
Thank you God, for such a beautiful day.
I was reminded that I am truly blessed.
Surrounded by people who love me.
Cherished by friends near and far.
Showered with presents.
Bombarded with calls.
Hugged to distraction.
Spoiled stupid.
Got a 3D fourleaf clover cake. (!)
Next time I feel sorry for myself, I will ( Read more... ) -
23 days to go
Shonezy, Arya and I are all going to the Ingeli Dhaga together, on 11 March. It's a small event that includes a 1K swim and a triathlon (to those insanely inclined). It's put together by Westbury Prep, and I think those guys are doing a fine job. Plus, an open water swim is an open water swim and it should be fun. While we're up there, I'll be ( Read more... ) -
A tale of two mothers
Terry wraps me in a quilt woven from 59 years of well-meaning advice, tough life lessons from experience, tongue-in-cheek criticism... and somewhere in the mix, pride at the person I've become. I don't want her to be a cliche but she is the mother I've always wanted to have. I have this weight-tied-to-my-legs-thrown-into-a-trench feeling that I'd ( Read more... ) -
Pre-Chris syndrome probably
This is ridiculous. I'm depressed for no reason. No sane reason. I haven't got anything to complain about. My life isn't perfect but it's wonderful, no real pressures, no major problems, my wife adores me... and yet there are times when I just get profoundly sad ( Read more... ) -
Holding up a mirror
Chris exhausted me Monday and Tuesday. He just has this way about him, about the topics he chooses. As though he is deliberately trying to goad me into a random passionate outburst. He'd given me a very awkward hug on Monday evening, after dinner. The rasp of his beard against my water-swollen cheeks surprised me. He is soft in every way, except ( Read more... ) -
For the lyrist of ex-lovers
Yeah well that whip has cracked one too many times ( Read more... ) -
I still don't know where I am
Watching my two little darlings shriek and giggle, chase each other around and call my name out, barely able to utter it properly, makes me cry. They flit in and out of the video frame sporadically, getting too close so I can only see a fat cheek here, a glimpse of wispy baby hair tucked hopefully on top of the crown of their tiny heads, there a ( Read more... )