To my dear and beautiful daughters,
I hope that when someone breaks your heart (and they will), that they do it all at once. A bombshell. A bit of knowledge so exquisitely disarming that it shatters your heart to pieces in
I'm getting divorced.
If this sounds strange to you, it's because my husband and I have been separated for nearly eight years. Twice as long as we were a couple. This year would be our 11th wedding anniversary. We've been married
I almost didn't meet my boyfriend, on account of my mental illness. It was a down day, a blue day, the third day in a swag of no-shower days. I might have worn deodorant. Probably not. My sincere preference that
After watching the Digital Writers' Festival session about things we've memorialised online, I went back and had a look through some old blog posts, starting in 2000 when I was an idiot with the world's most terrible boyfriend.
But then I
When I was 15, I sang the Hallelujah Chorus.
I practised for months, with the choir on Wednesdays and Thursdays and Saturdays and in private on all the other days. I sang until I had the notes just exactly right and
Facebook calls this a "life event". As in, "Henry Smith likes your life event."
There are other ways you could describe it, too, like "What are you guys even doing?" and "I thought this already happened ages ago?"
I think I will choose
You know the way an animal can come in and tear out your heart in only two weeks?
It seems ridiculous, like looking for an excuse to be sad about something. Lament the sickness of the kitten, the money you will