*The "You" referenced in this blog, is similar to The Ubiquitous They, not talking about a particular person. The examples are all real. This is not saying that you, the reader are doing these things or saying them. Just identifying that it isn't cool to do it, even once* So, I have an assignment to … Continue reading On loving people, any way.
This Blog isn't funny. Sorry. There aren't any memes, or jokes or light hearted moments. At the beginning, it looks like falling in love. You want to be together every moment, you lose interest in your family and friends, and you just want to be with that new, fascinating, sexy person who you just met. … Continue reading On what it looks like at the beginning *TRIGGER WARNING* references abusive relationships.
Yup. That Time of the Month. Periods. Menstruation. Riding the Red Wave. Shark week. Mother Natures Gift. Pick a name, there are as many names for the bleeding week as there are for where the bleeding comes out of. Warning. This post contains intimate discussions of my menstrual cycle, and may be offensive to … Continue reading On Aunt Flo’s very expensive visits.
This is all over the internet at the moment, and it is real. A problem facing way too many normal New Zealanders. I am aware of the suggestion that the only ones we hear about are the ones who come from a place of poverty in the first place, but I thought, maybe we can … Continue reading On Homelessness
So, I was talking to a friend yesterday (This blog was started in April, so, not yesterday now, actually, it was bloody ages ago) about deciding "what is next" and it led to this revelation about how I know that I struggle to start things because I hold such high expectations for myself... Those expectations … Continue reading On paralysis and vulnerability
So, when I was twenty one, I was in the middle of a separation that would end in divorce, in the middle of a custody battle, in the middle of not knowing anything about myself, really. I knew what I believed: I believed I knew what love was, I was agnostic and regularly attended church; … Continue reading On growth
My Dad was born in 1948, three years after Armistice day. He grew up in post war England, and he didn't tell very many stories about his childhood, so I feel like maybe it was grim. He did tell us tales of playing with the wombles of Wimbledon common, close to his home, but I … Continue reading On remembering.
Prince is gone, and I am crying. Every so often, I would put on some of his songs and immediately be transported to a world where gender was irrelevant, feelings were real, sex was an emotion and music was the only thing that mattered. I remember my Dad playing purple rain. I was a little … Continue reading On what it sounds like when doves cry
So, I turned forty today. Which is a milestone birthday in most peoples worlds, and one of those occasions we are supposed to face with the kind of dread usually reserved for when we see dementors headed our way in the wizarding world. But honestly... I am fine with it. I haven't really engaged in … Continue reading On turning forty.
Yesterday, my brother in law, a very intelligent and committed individual, defended his PHD thesis, completing years of study that have spanned the length of my career. Today, I finished writing my first academic piece of writing in ten years. It has less words in it than my average post here, but required so much … Continue reading On academia and why it is not my forte.