“I hope I never get used to the kind of artfully suppressed pain he faintly displayed as he told me of how he had had to leave home at eight because his family would not have been able to manage; that spooked, haunted look you catch right at the back of the eyes of so many ex-boarders which seems to simultaneously say ‘please give me a cuddle’ and ‘please don’t ever give me a cuddle'”
I remember when we thought of the name. I had been in the throes of some sort of huge anxiety or other, a while before we were married. I was lying quietly in bed, trying to pray or sleep or rest or something when the thought entered my head: Josephine would be a nice name […]
in which I self edit my own list of new years resolutions.
It was supposed to be intimidating. That was the point. I organised a debate and I said I had to speak at it because this was about playing people at their own game. I had wondered at which point it was a good time to tell my colleagues that I had never actually been to […]
SOooooooooo the news is: I’ve met someone. There’s someone new in my life. Shocking I know, and even more shocking… it’s another woman. It all started, like all the best romances – even illicit, extra-marital ones –, with a poem. Then we started hanging out together. The odd coffee and sausage sandwich together here, the […]
So it’s happening. I was always worried it might. That if we find it acceptable for people to send their children away, there would come a time when they would start making other people send their children away. If we say “its all about choice” then a time would come when there was no choice […]
Take a deep breath in – count – two…three…four… and out again three…four..five… Is it there yet? Did you find it? That poem you were looking for? You might have left it under the bench at mass. Or maybe you packed it in your kids lunchbox. You might have heard a murmer of it on your […]