My dog died and I'm bereft. So I got drunk and took my clothes off. I'm a well-known vampire. In my youth, I had a shot at fitting in with the cool crowd which involved donning the smallest bikini I could squeeze my triple-a cup "breasts" into, slathering myself in reef oil, unfurling the alfoil … Continue reading Grief, a dog and sunburnt skin
It's not so bad in here. I'll admit to a few existential hiccups. One of them is constantly forgetting we're in a different world and carrying on for a second like nothing has changed. It's an odd feeling when I remember a lot has changed. Does anyone else occasionally feel a flash of being in … Continue reading Welcome to our crisis
Skip to the bottom if you want to get right to what is seriously the easiest and fastest way to poach an egg. There's a ritual my husband and I keep to without fail, as we drive into work on a Monday. It generally follows a weekend of excess, too much wine, too much cheese, … Continue reading How to poach a perfect egg
"Grief grinds slowly, it devours all the time it needs." Long Witt Woon: The Way Through the Woods. Five years ago my friend died. Not without notice, but it was fast and I felt riven. I'd lost good friends and family before and grieved desperately for them, then and now, but this loss blew me … Continue reading On the forest floor
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