late night kitchen sink suburban housewife angst
Almost exactly a year since I wrote this about my BFF Charlotte. She deserves another shout out.
Charlotte was my best mate while I was growing up. I found her when I was about nine or ten, and I knew instantly that she was my kindred spirit. We were both plain, gawky, too-clever-to-be-cool girls, painfully shy and full of ideas we were desperate to express. I’d never known anyone like her, and I adored her from the first.
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Random photos of my life
Keeping her promise broke her spirit
Sunday night music on the blog. Nick Cave this time.
She won’t stop playing. Same slow waltz, over and over. It’s the only time she looks happy, when she’s playing that tune.
is this a sign of old age?
Lights gleamed across the bay, just like all those years ago. I moored and hurried home. Light spilled out of the door, and there was my little girl, tall and frowning. “Daddy!” I went to hug her. She called again, turning back into the house: “DAD! There’s a man at the door!” (274 characters) Written … Continue reading Twittering Tale #58: a homecoming
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on... too right.
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