It had been about four months since our lives had been irreparably split open and we were on the sofa together, watching TV. It had been four months since I gave birth, since the exertion of labour tipped my illness into ‘severe’, since the world outside had become closed to me; friendships paused, visits […]
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The dress
4th March, 2013 37
The car pulled up to the church, and the driver helped me out. I stepped onto the path, my silk-white high heels making the tiniest crunch on the gravel. And then I looked down at my dress. My dress! At some point on the journey it had turned yellow. It was bright yellow. My dress […]
Paradise Lost
11th February, 2013 23
There were some words in stone, as if written by the finger of God: “You are nearer to God in a garden than any other place on earth”. It was on the first paving slab of the path in our garden. My parents hadn’t put it there, I guess it had been commissioned by a […]
Easily broken
10th February, 2012 5
Last week I broke my iPad. Anyone who owns any Apple product will already be inwardly shuddering, but let me spell out the scale of this catastrophe for the uninitiated: It was not just any Apple product, but my NEW shiny iPad, bought for as a gift for Christmas. I use it every day for […]
