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Showing posts with label The Stepfather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Stepfather. Show all posts
Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Stoicism is not enough.

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Stoicism, it turns out, can only get you so far. I think: did I know this, and forget it? Did wish-thinking take over, so that I dreamt up a...
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Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Good parts, bad parts. Or stoicism and loss.

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I’m back in the missing stage, today. Yesterday I was in the stripped of my skin stage. The day before I was in the baffled, hit a brick wal...
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Thursday, 12 November 2015

Cheese puffs.

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I have just made some cheese puffs. I have no idea why. I have never made a cheese puff in my life. I am practising for my mother’s wake, wh...
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Monday, 9 November 2015

A day off, a day on.

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Yesterday, I decided I would take a day off from grief. I was going to have a happy day. I was perfectly prepared for failure (failure and I...
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Thursday, 29 October 2015

My mission, should I choose to accept it.

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Well, the Be Happy For Mum plan didn’t go all that badly, in the end. I thought that it might be the most shaming disaster. I thought that e...
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Wednesday, 12 December 2012

12.12.12.

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This is a Red Letter Day. It is a day among days. Apparently, this repetitive date is the last one ever. I can’t quite work it out in my min...
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