Dragging Feet to Catching Stride
Once upon a time I met a really funny girl who I was certain was to become my best friend. She had a silly, easy breezy, lovely way about her—open eyes, real people jeans on, her hair hastily pulled...
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Courage, Dear Heart
The recent carnage the well-publicised disciplinary councils have wreaked among women I love and admire saddens, scares and angers me. Some of my closest friends have been afraid to be open and...
View ArticleGoing Home
My husband and I sat on our back patio rocking in two white wooden chairs, bought solely on a whim. That whim has led to countless hours of talking and talking while the sky gradually fades and our...
View ArticleDragging Feet to Catching Stride
Once upon a time I met a really funny girl who I was certain was to become my best friend. She had a silly, easy breezy, lovely way about her—open eyes, real people jeans on, her hair hastily pulled...
View ArticleCourage, Dear Heart
The recent carnage the well-publicised disciplinary councils have wreaked among women I love and admire saddens, scares and angers me. Some of my closest friends have been afraid to be open and...
View ArticleGoing Home
My husband and I sat on our back patio rocking in two white wooden chairs, bought solely on a whim. That whim has led to countless hours of talking and talking while the sky gradually fades and our...
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