ramble

For some reason, or a million of them, this year has felt like hot molasses with no spoon. But, as we move towards the winding up of this year’s clock,…

I asked my dad once “how do you know? You know? How do you know you love someone? How do you know you want to marry them?” (Back then, I…

I’ve been battling to write, for me, for a while now. That’s evident from the lack of regular posting here. But then, this evening, as the twilight settled, the dog…

A very dear friend of mine died on Sunday. Cancer. I’ve tried to write about her but I cannot, as yet. Every time I try, I well up and feel…

So, this is it. The precipice of change. I have a ramble again tonight. These, literally, are the thoughts…from underneath the couch. endings… 1. Something I have truly believed in.…

It’s quiet here, at home. My Sunday routine of PostSecret, quiet tapping on this keyboard. Tea. You left early to go and do what you have to do. I would’ve…

This blogpost is a ramble. The truth is, it should be an email to someone, but, as I wrote it, I realised there’s something I needed to say. Considering that…

larcy mcarsey: “so, did you get your pumpkin?” (followed by giggles) me: “facebonk” sheena: “

click. click. click. here be warned: can be not for you sensitive type peeps. PROPS to Matt. AGAIN. that’s like the 8th time today or something? sheesh SHUT UP AND…

sotd. for me and larcy. i realised this morning that it’s really ‘min dae’, til the world turns again and you are off to join the UK MAC office, begin…