Reading The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman, I laugh to myself, remembering the kind of youth I was. My mom swears blind I swapped her broken gold watch. Incorrigible and a magpie as a youngster, I swapped anything I could for something sparkly. Much to my fashionable mother’s dismay, […]
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Spinster
‘Spinster’, according to wikipedia: is a term referring to an unmarried woman who is older than what is perceived as the prime age range during which women usually marry. It can also indicate that a woman is considered unlikely to ever marry. The term originally denoted a woman whose occupation was to spin. Recently, […]

For the Love of Language and Angela Carter, or Why I Suck at Scrabble
My finest scrabble moment was forming the word, bairn, on the board. It was a word I had first learnt upon watching Lady and the Tramp as a child. While few points were scored, I delighted so in the word itself, once again proving that I am no fierce competitor and simply an innocent though […]

A Glimmer of Things to Come
The doubtful guest announced itself on a warm Autumnal morning. April Fool’s. Amelia had made her way to the small wooden deck, still yawning and stretching, in anticipation of the daily Herald’s prankish headline awaiting her and a cup of freshly percolated coffee. A silly day, though secretly she loved it. All the better for […]

What I really mean when I talk about art appreciation
There is a funny, but chillingly accurate, joke about writers that when it comes to our deepest and darkest fears among them is having someone read our work or having no one read our work. To be true, it’s a jungle out there, folks. From the bottomless cups of ricoffy that fuel my neuroses during […]