Sometimes only a dog and a baby wearing matching ridiculous hats will do. If this story doesn't make you feel better about the world, nothing will. Image by Grace Chon, brought to my attention by Sara (thank you!) ...
Loss, by Wendy Cope The day that he left was terrible - That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn't a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well. It's not entirely on point. It was she who left, not he. Her absence most certainly is a problem. She even left the corkscrew behind, not that it's any use to me (maybe...
This is not the post I ever imagined would follow Wednesday's announcement, but life seems to have little regard for my plans. So does death, for that matter. On Thursday evening, my wonderful mum, Rosie, died. I am heartbroken. My mum was so proud of me for writing this blog and loved to read whatever nonsense I'd written. She was the first real-life...
Don't post pictures of anything you peed on. ...
The first thing I ever knitted was a pink scarf. It was a long, straggly mess, full of holes and imperfections. I was so proud. One day last year, a Monday, I put my pink scarf in a bag with some circular needles and carried it with me. In a quiet waiting room, I slowly and deliberately pulled it apart. Line by line, stitch...
