It was the sofas that got me. Pink velour, now more dusty than dusky - a matching pair, stuffed with memories of days spent drinking, chatting and laughing with my mum in her flat in Amersham, and for many years before that in her bungalow in Mumbles, Swansea. (The picture shows my sister Ginette, niece Amy and mum Lucille cuddling up on one of them.) As I watched them being carried out of the … [Read more...] about Remnants of a life well lived
letting go
Sometimes I plunge headlong into a painful old storyline
How can one comment plunge you back into an old storyline? How does that work? But that’s what happened to me a few weeks ago when a friend emailed me after reading the memoir I wrote almost 10 years ago but which has yet to be published. I was touched that she had taken the time and trouble to read all of it, as not many people have done so – even the select few to whom I have previously sent … [Read more...] about Sometimes I plunge headlong into a painful old storyline