I am far from home. Outside of my rain-trailed window the sound of aircraft taking off faintly rattles the glasses on my hotel nightstand. The room smells of unfamiliar scents and my clothes are hung on the exposed clothes stand
Howzit?
There is an awful lot going on in my life, and I genuinely debated taking a hiatus this month from blogging (a first for me). I feel a lot of pressure about blogging about the twins these days. Don’t blog
Everybody Gets One Scare
When I lived in Raleigh, North Carolina I worked with a woman named Mary. This is not news in and of itself, I worked with rather a lot of people none of whom you’re probably interested in me talking about.
Lights
My Little Boy, You’ve been unwell lately, and I hate that for you. You’re a sweet, loving, lovely trooper even when you have a high temperature and are throwing up. You cough during the night and I go racing to
Hoarders of Industrial Pasts
As mentioned, we are very lacking in the decorative arts. We have no style. We openly admit this as a fundamental flaw, then we wear plaid trousers and polka-dot shirts and get on with things. I was looking around the

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