Every year, for longer than I can remember, we’ve gone in the sea on boxing day. The cold chattering of sororal teeth, the quick strip and dash into a rising tide. Galloping over waves too large or too little and never quite just right. For almost every birthday I’ve submurged my whole body in theContinueContinue reading “Touching something, touching home”
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Monday Windows
I am supposed to be working, but I’m not. Please don’t tell me boss. If you’re my boss, hi there – I’ll get that stuff done really soon I promise. On my desk is a mug full of daffodils (It’s a very big mug), two more enormous mugs, one with the dregs of a homeContinueContinue reading “Monday Windows”