My 300 words a day
I finally have the house to myself. On Monday I will be back in the office. Four long weeks of school holidays behind me, but of course now that the children are with their dad I have the sting of I didn't take them to enough fun
Love
Just the two kids, thanks.
In the moments before I woke up this morning, I had a little dream. Two plastic sticks on a table in front of me: on the left, one line; on the right, two lines. A few seconds spent with a new life. When I did blink
This is the next chapter
I thought I should keep this in until I was sure I wanted to write it, just in case. You know, history dictates a strong likelihood of pearshapedness. Back in April, I asked Gaz to leave and then I cried for about a week without even
August 18, 2012
In
Loss, Love, Parenthood, Retrospective
Yes
When I was 19, I was engaged to a man I had known for less time than it took the kettle to boil. We lived together in a tiny flat that backed against the train line and had a courtyard just big enough for the
I can’t tell my parents that I love them
I was just on the phone to my dad, and yet again found myself in a very strange situation wherein he says, "Love you lots." and I say "Thanks
May 11, 2012
In
Love, Parenthood
Which day was it?
Was this the day I stopped breastfeeding her and set her up for a lifetime of being the outcome of formula feeding? Was I secretly relieved when the doctor said my medication wasn't compatible with breastfeeding because at least I could get some sleep? Did
Must keep typing
I'm typing because everyone knows what will happen if I don't. I'll pick up the damn phone and I'll press the stupid buttons and have a conversation that doesn't fix anything and then cry until I'm ninety. It wouldn't even be the right conversation. My prediction
Writing is broken
It's a funny thing, being too depressed to write. And by 'funny' I mean 'so horrifically unfair and devastating', P.S. I write much better about the sad things when I'm not sad (though it usually takes me a couple of days afterward to feel anything
April 17, 2012
In
Love
Living with someone who is bipolar
People on the internet say "I thought you broke up with Gaz", because I told half of a story and then didn't tell the rest of the story. And then when I say "not exactly", they say "but he's a dick!" and so I write
Book Outline
Today, I wrote words on 50 pieces of paper and arranged them in a partially chronological, partially emotional rollercoaster way. I created the outline of my book. I know it is the outline of my book because I wrote "BOOK OUTLINE" on the first page in