So Miss Pickle is off on her first overnight school camp today. On one hand I feel completely free. On the other hand I feel like I should be doing stuff I can’t do when she’s around. Which is… um… nothing. I’m not that interesting. Separation This will be the second time she has not […]
That saying that “the days are long but the years are short” is so true. Somehow it has been ten years already since Pickle was born. She is so excited to finally be “double digits” and in way too much of a hurry to grow up for my liking. She is a thoughtful, kind, clever,
Bittersweet. On one hand, saying goodbye to 2018 – the difficult year I lost Mr Duncan. On the other saying hello to a year in which he won’t exist, except in our memories. When these milestones… holidays, birthdays, anniversaries come up, it’s hard not to count…and compare This is the first one without him. Last
Today it is two months since Mr Duncan died. I’m still trying to process the enormity of his death. And it’s insignificance. EVERYTHING has changed. Mr Duncan is dead. The life we created together is gone, along with the future we planned for our little family. How I see the world, how I feel, behave,
I wrote this, and a close friend read it for me, at Mr Duncan’s funeral. I first met Mr Duncan when he shared his umbrella with me standing in line for the London Summer Proms. That was Mr Duncan in a nutshell – thoughtful, kind, generous. We’d see each other socially at company events, but our
Near the end of last year, when she was three and a half, Pickle was having great success with cosmic ordering. She wanted a pink, two wheel bike, with a basket on the front and training wheels. Lo, the next day, the people around the corner put one that met her specification outside their house
I don’t even know where to start… More than two years later I find myself returning here, to this blog, where I felt so much safety and comfort while I was in pain… and I’m thankful that here is still available to return to. For the past couple of years I had little time between
I just dropped Pickle at her orientation for occasional care – a two hour session in preparation for one day in care a week. And I’m sitting in the library next door thinking what should I do with my time? I have a long list of things that need doing, but the thing that
Marcy completely called it. Yes it has also been a ghost town around here. Parenting an infant takes a lot of time and energy and I have been using what little time I have to myself to do stuff (or sleep) rather than write about stuff. My IF feed has really slowed. The fact
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Despite our rental property having only paved outdoor space, I attempted a garden of sorts this spring. I had to leave all my plant containers in the UK (international pest control) and didn’t want to spend a lot of money on containers given we plan to buy a property with a decent yard (not that