Archive of ‘Life’ category

To leave the burning house

One of the things I never talk about is the absence that leaving my family created in me. One of the reasons I don’t talk about it is because there are lots of people in the world who feel an anxious longing to see a broken family mended. Whenever I talk about my broken family, […] Read more…

My father’s Christmas

Christmas is the time each year when I thank heaven I no longer have to spend it with my family. Christmas wasn’t a bad time of year – not once my brothers and I had grown up. It was boring.   My father prepared the turkey by stuffing the bird (a chill shivered down my […] Read more…

Nicola, the woman who stayed out in the cold

Part 1   I first met Nicola when she was living with my youngest brother in a squat in Wellingtton – a plush mansion with flock wallpaper of ruby richness and dark-stained wood. The owner was trying to get everybody out so that he could sell the property. The squatters had barricaded the door to […] Read more…

Revisiting the Pst

Yesterday I started writing a short memoir about the bullies I knew in school. Although I started off talking about Susan, my strongest feelings were attached to Dianne, who had more icy drive and directedness than Susan.   After I’d posted it I looked up Dianne on FB and there she was. At first I […] Read more…

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