A Once In A Blue Moon Humid & Narcotic Perfume Oil

    Whenever I look at the moon, I wonder at her celestial beauty and the fact that 47 years ago, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first humans to walk on it. I also wonder what we’re immersing into the atmosphere, what we’re crafting as orbs of the night (ah, how lovely those […]

The Quiet Power Behind Me

And then it was January. Or actually, February if you’re a (mild) hypochondriac and the imminent end of the first month of the year of PROMISE is slipping away into the ether. It’s been a potent start to my year, how has it been for you? January is always full of wonder and also longing. […]

Why I’d Make A Terrible Undercover Cop

  “It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer … and everything collapses. […]

W Is For Wendy

  Growing up in England, you want to be an agony aunt. Step forward my Aunty Wendy. She signs herself off on my blog as “Your Loving Aunty Wendy” lest she was trying to go undercover, and she’s all that and so much more. Let me take you back. She gave me my first cigarette—a slim […]

My Mother, My Hero

  Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant. And it occurred to me after I wrote on my father that I wanted to write on my mother—hell, I felt compelled—because she is alive and I’m crazy about her. And at some point, in the interest of remembering, we can forget the present as the word “ordinary” […]

My Father, CS Lewis, Grief & Raw Compulsion

  First off, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read my blog and not necessarily because of me, but in spite of me. It makes me happy. As I’ve continued to prod and explore deep inside my bones and all above, below and around […]

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