I’ve been writing rest home profiles over the last couple of weeks. It’s part of my job as Pen-for-Hire. I’m lucky to have the work, but it’s been a little depressing. I’ve been making God’s waiting room seem attractive, and it’s got me thinking… Don’t get me wrong, these rest homes really do sound like … Continue reading This too will pass
I am a person who looks ahead, moves forward, leaves the past behind. Generally speaking, that is. Up until the last couple of years, that is. Until I had to look back, that is. The problem with looking forward is that it’s too easy to get stuck in the groove of making the same mistakes … Continue reading Understanding the Past
Your mother cooked a Sunday roast as usual and you are now lying on the sofa, stuffed. You are watching a Carry On film with your dad: Carry On up the Khyber. Every time Sid James suggests a spot of tiffin, your dad giggles like a fourteen year old boy. His belly wobbles and his … Continue reading Sunday Nights
Rebecca is my name. That means I was Becky for the first thirteen years of my life. I still am to my family, or those old friends who know me through my family. I was Becky at primary school and in the first year at intermediate. When I was twelve or thirteen, my parents decided to … Continue reading Rebecca
The weather in Wellington was beautiful today; a promise of the Summer to come.It was also Father’s Day. My little girls spent Father’s Day learning how to ride their new bikes with their mum.A bicycle shop is closing down and flogging everything for half price so I, like the rest of the Kapiti Coast, swooped … Continue reading A Ride Through Dad’s Day
I shouldn’t neglect my blog, but I have in recent weeks. My followers have been steadily rising in number since I began blogging last year and I am very close to a thousand email subscribers. I had no expectations of stats like that; it amazes me, in fact. I imagined I’d get a few fellow … Continue reading Where to from here?
I’ve been thinking about all that my daughters are teaching me. It’s the big ‘life’ stuff: Love. Laughter. Fun. This morning, I taught my two little girls to dunk their croissants into small bowls of hot chocolate, because nobody breakfasts like the French. I’m also teaching them to read and write and count. All that’s important, but … Continue reading Love. Laughter. Fun.
I’ve sent the email; the one that makes me feel like Hamlet. It’s just three lines long, but has been the cause of a week’s worth of sleepless nights. Last night however, after I blogged about how I was feeling, I slept beautifully. That particular rant had obviously done me the world of good. My … Continue reading Just being normal…
I’ve been preoccupied by thoughts about Hamlet lately. The Shakespeare play. That’s why I was trawling around the internet the other night, when I found that prime bit of Shakespeare porn. (Is there anyone more attractive than Peter O’Toole in his prime, discussing something he was obviously passionate about and an expert in? Just gorgeous. … Continue reading To Be or Not To Be