Blogging and Writing

My Relationship with Words

I’ve always loved words. I was one of those children who read everything. I’d read the words on the cereal boxes and whisper them so I could sense how they felt. Riboflavin. Thiamin. Magnesium.  I wondered a little about what they meant, and I loved the familiarity of seeing them every day. I’d make little… Continue reading My Relationship with Words


The Best Gift Ever

I was a peculiar child. Peculiar in that bookwormy, writery, reading-absolutely-everything-I-could kind of way. I’m guessing that I’m amongst similarly peculiar friends here on the blogosphere. We – my sister and I – always had lots of presents at Christmas, but the ones that stand out the most are the strange ones, the ones that… Continue reading The Best Gift Ever


Class of 1988

An almost audible cyber-sigh passes around Facebook on Sunday teatimes when one of the Class of 1988 announces that they’ve put line-dried sheets on the bed and will be turning in early. Someone fanatically houseproud chimes in to say that they’ve ironed their bed linen, and we laugh through a debate about which of us… Continue reading Class of 1988