mental-health
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Green beans and flea beetles
With my first cup of coffee, I disappear into the garden, Macchia leading the way or close on my heels. I inspect the overnight growth. If you pay attention, it’s there. I admire the newest leaf, the latest flower, the… Continue reading
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Brown paper packages tied up with… tape
There’s been no time to be nostalgic or philosophical as I’ve packed up our life into brown boxes, sealed with brown tape. I’ve been on a ruthless, task-oriented packing spree for the past two weeks. I’ve had to be because… Continue reading
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Someone else’s life
I feel like I am talking about someone else’s life. That’s what I scrawled down on a folded-over A4 folio in whichever pen was closest yesterday morning after a quick conversation with a colleague who hadn’t yet heard the rumour… Continue reading
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Rationale
I’ve always loved the word rationale. That “e” tacked on at the end, making it look and sound a little more sophisticated, a little more French, than its boring adjectivial, rational. But more than that, I love how it points… Continue reading
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