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, […]
I find myself at the age of 35, reflecting deeply on childhood. Is this a thing? To reflect, to revisit and mull on the ebbs and flows, the waxing and waning, through one’s ages? The sense of freedom and wild abandon in early childhood, though at times not without its own traumas… The trials and […]
I guess you could say I was a strange mix as a child. Bookish and something of a nerd (no shame!) when left to my own devices, but quite the tomboy when the situation demanded. A single child, the closest I had to siblings were three boy cousins close enough in age. There was Michael, […]
I recently bowed out and took refuge at my maternal grandparents’ charming abode in a retirement village for something of a writing sabbatical and a much-needed escape from Big City Life. And I have to confess that up until now, a part of me had begun to lament the current state of my grandfather, just […]
So a little late for Wednesday Appreciation Day, but yet again, pesky deadlines and paying work. Urgh. Such is life. And I guess that is kind of the point of this post. There are some things that become unavoidable when we grow up. There is work to be done, and the bills sure don’t pay […]