We happily live in a bubble of health until we are struck down. It is very hard to live in a constant state of appreciation for your present health without getting maudlin or morbid. It is probably best not to think about it at all. The people who live best do seem to have a … Continue reading Illness onto death, or let’s just not talk about it.
Marriage
My In Laws
After 27 years it is clear that they don’t really like me. And it is not so much that they don’t like me, as I will always be foreign to them. It is deep down prejudice, and it often makes me feel sad and strange when I am with them. As a group, I know … Continue reading My In Laws
Oh, who am I? Whine whine.. same as I ever was…
I have a running commentary in my head that constantly criticizes me, as most people do, I guess. I should fix my hair, not just let it fall wherever it may. I should do stuff to make myself look good. I should iron or wear makeup. Care more about what I look like. I have … Continue reading Oh, who am I? Whine whine.. same as I ever was…
Wedding Parties, Love and Honesty
We were lounging in my daughter Rose's shared house in Halifax watching that reality show about women choosing their wedding dresses when one of the young college girls turned to me and asked me directly, “Did you cry when you chose your wedding dress”? I looked to my daughter with a query in my eyes … Continue reading Wedding Parties, Love and Honesty
Dinner Table Manners
There is a myth circulating in present day media that all families who are any good, and any parents who have any control over their kids, will sit down and eat dinner together – whether they like it or not. And I am not sure I subscribe to that popular guilt trip – just as … Continue reading Dinner Table Manners
Marriage is like a nice old carpet
Who’s arguing anyway? My husband and I have been together for 27 years and are becoming our parents. We have plenty of good times, laughter and joy, but we argue too. Sometimes they are important arguments and sometimes they just end in “Oh, fuck off.”
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 