I went to a primary school named after a Scottish clan, MacGregor State Primary School, and this tradition was perpetuated by the theme of red tartan that ran through all our uniforms and official documentation. Our performing arts uniform came complete with long white socks pulled up to our knees, and garters that fluttered whenever […]
*This post is at risk of being edited when more of my brain is awake and fully functioning. It is six hours into the sixth day of the year, and I really should still be asleep. But the sun is up, which usually means I am as well – and if I’m being perfectly honest […]
I write this while keeping an eye on my cat, because I think she’s scared by all the popping noises that are happening outside. Or maybe she’s just annoyed that I told her to get off the keyboard so I could log in and play computer games. In any case, I’m spending tonight in relative […]
When you love someone, you give them a piece of you that can’t be taken back. In the same vein, you keep a piece of them that you can’t really give away. There are many reasons why the first half of this year was painful, but there are just as many reasons why what happened […]
It’s been a while, old friend. I want to say I don’t know how long it’s been, but I do know. It’s been about eight months. Give or take. I’ve known you for a long time, but I still don’t know if you’re my friend or my enemy. Maybe you’re neither – or maybe you’re […]
I leaned against the back of my chair, knees curled up to my chest, a drape of black chiffon protecting it from the harsh edge of the desk. My eyes threatened to close, and I considered taking a brief nap and berated myself for not getting enough sleep all at the same time. The dull […]
I am a self-confessed old lady. I drink tea, get cranky at teenagers for being idiots, have an undying love for English literature, will fight anyone to the death over the virtues of physical books over eBooks, I genuinely enjoy watching test cricket, and my favourite television show of all time is The West Wing. […]
The lovely Tiny Owl Workshop is collating a number of Letters to Peace to sell, with the proceeds going to charity. Link to come when it’s complete and published. Here’s a beautifully written synopsis if you want to join in. The world – your life – can turn on a dime. Whenever I hear this […]
