What can I tell you except that my heart breaks a little? But this has become. Unhealthy. So without (much) drama, but with the ceremony owed to seven years, I am saying farewell. Until we meet again.
I’m sure you’ve known something like this: the thing that didn’t become wrong, but somehow is no longer [...]
Categories: author's notes
Perhaps there is no start to this conversation. Roll the dial across every frequency from right to left and back again. The hiss and buzz of amplitude modulation with occasional focus on something intelligible. Four bars from an old song. The answer to an unknown question. An opinion offered to a midnight audience of five. [...]
Categories: inklings
Lydia dreams of being a housewife and carrying Paris in her veins. The way Paris seems to sink into the psyche and fill her heart with black-and-white romance. Grainy photos and uncertain colours line memory boxes stacked against the base of her skull. She believes and so she becomes a knee-length skirt and high-heeled shoes [...]
Categories: random acts of fiction
I find myself succumbing and not succumbing to the gravity of reviewing the past ten years. I have no top 10s, no list of favourite moments. I have rediscovered the value of steeping in the past, but the record of my personal tastes is less than necessary. I see forward momentum in the clicking of [...]
Categories: snippets from somewhere, these small moments
It has been a hectic December. All leading up to tomorrow. I’m hosting my first Christmas dinner for both my family and my husband’s. Things that seemed very important when I first took on the job have slowly been dropping down the scale of importance. So the day before my big debut, I am calm. [...]
Categories: author's notes
