I’d love to say I was a loving, protective, inclusive big sister, but that would definitely not be the whole truth. I could be a real bitch too.
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I’d love to say I was a loving, protective, inclusive big sister, but that would definitely not be the whole truth. I could be a real bitch too.
A deciduous tree in autumn is at a distance, a true beauty. A kaleidoscope of perfectly harmonised colours. It’s as though the tree is throwing a party, and every leaf is invited. And it’s a really good party. You can tell. But look a bit closer and death is evident.
I don't make cards for my mum anymore, which as you will find out, might be for the best, but I do write her stuff, like this. I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the wild ride that has been our relationship over the years.
Even though there are sinister forces at play in the world right now, I’m not even going to get into that. Instead I’m going to get down to some hardcore navel gazing and share some personal lint-covered insights with you.
Little Nothing Moments #5: I flat out lied to my kids again today. When I picked them up from school this afternoon the first thing they said was how excited they were to get home and see the chickens. Oh fuck, I thought. I haven't told them yet that four of the little fuzz babies drowned.
Yes it felt warm and delicate and fuzzy to ‘awaken to love’… But it also felt pretty fucking rock and roll quite frankly.