In a bun dance

If I'm going to get something, I usually get it in spades - luck (both kinds), children, clutter, dirty laundry, bright ideas, daft ideas...

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There goes another week. Just one of 4,000 that, apparently, I’ll have if my life stretches out an average length. You would think that after considerably more than 2,000 I would know how they go, yet, every single week’s opening starts with me hopping up and down on the starting line – this is the […]

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Everyone has an opinion about my life – how I live and why. Who’s there and – more importantly – who isn’t. They care what I do and with whom. I’m too old, too young. Working too hard and not doing enough. Who would I be if I didn’t care what they thought? After all […]

5 Wednesday

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Things there are no words for   The exact exasperation of a fly buzz-by again. Jump-scare daylight after a matinee. The beat-beat calm before bad news bites. And when you see your son as a reasonable human being… and quite like him. Someone put sugar in the tea and didn’t tell you, or salt. Wondering […]

4 Tuesday

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Why me?   How can it be that I am me? After all, I could just as easily have been a flea, or a pea. How did I get here – to 3.52, right now in this place? And of everyone who’s ever been so far – the eleventy kertrillion former people, representatives of the […]