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The hit
Posted on April 4, 2019 4 Comments
“They exchange secrets; two strangers on the bus.” YeahWrite #416 Microprose
The Innocence of Mabel Cunderdin
Posted on October 4, 2018 8 Comments
If you wanted to set your life on fire, there wasn’t a better combination than Mabel Cunderdin, and Edward Willard’s limitless credit card.
The dog of many names
Posted on May 3, 2018 9 Comments
CW: discussion of dog death I’ve had a lot of dogs over the years.
The Peacock’s Daughter
Posted on April 1, 2018 7 Comments
Music surges through the speakers. Salt-N-Pepa tell us to push it, and I survey the sea of shocked faces. Not really funeral fare, Mum. ‘No sombre music, Gillian.’ Yes, Mum. No sombre music. But you could have at least let me warn folks.
New year blues
Posted on January 10, 2016
Happy new year! Which path are you taking for 2016? So here we are, at the end of the first week of the new year, and I’m already talking about depression. Unfathomable, right? Or is it really? After all, we have just come out the other side of effectively two months of US holidays.
In Which I Deal with Death Doubled
Posted on April 5, 2015 16 Comments
This week my essay on grief was published on Modern Loss, an online journal containing resources and personal accounts about death, loss, and grief. It’s a piece I’m proud of, and I’m delighted it was published, but it’s also a piece that causes such turmoil in me.
Tiny Acts of Revenge
Posted on March 29, 2015
The blue and white pot glares disapprovingly at me from the mantle. In death, in ashes, as in life, my mother has the power to make me feel inadequate. “Bury me in the ground. I don’t want to be burnt to a crisp and sit cooped up in some urn on a mantlepiece!” She […]
The Other Side
Posted on February 25, 2015 4 Comments
She wakes with a start. The air feels stale and cold. In the darkness, she fumbles for the bedside lamp, and jostles the bottle of whisky that stands vigil. Night must have fallen while she was asleep. The gentle click of the lamp reverberates in the silent room, but there’s no light. The power must […]
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