I remember reading that if you are writing a book, you should remove all but three descriptions of dreams. And then, when you edit, you should remove those. Continue reading A Rose By Any Other Name
Feeling weepy. Not sure why. Very tired. Continue reading There Is A Crack In Everything. That’s How The Light Gets In.*
Funny how we adjust. First I thought I could not live without my husband. Even after he absconded and I was somehow still alive (though, barely, in retrospect), if you had told me that I would in similar vein lose one of my children I would have said that in such a case I could not breathe. Indeed, I suspect I did not. Not for a long time. Not really. Continue reading The New Normal
I’ve talked about losing friends (or not) and making new ones. Another big theme for me, as is often the case on divorce, has been rekindling old friendships, reconnecting with long lost friends, and finding a deeper friendship with people who have always been around. Continue reading They Like Me, They Really Like Me
I realised some time ago that one of my problems is the expectation that someone else will fix them.
Probably this explains a lot about my marriage. Even more about my attempts to recover from the end of that marriage. But other things, too. Continue reading Where Is My Knight In Shining Armour?
They say you find out who your real friends are. I’m not sure that’s right. Continue reading I Can Count On One Hand The Friends I Lost
My ex proposed on holiday in India. The fact that there was no ring did not impinge on me until we got back to the business school where we’d met, and people started asking to see it. Continue reading A Tale Of Two Rings, or: I Am A Cheap Date, Giovanna Has Other Ideas