writing
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Garden benching and other musings
Tonight I’m sitting on my own little garden bench that I assembled this morning. There have been many brown paper packages that have arrived in the last few weeks that have slowly but surely begun to make our house home.… 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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Dear “Ma’am”
A couple of days ago, after my last official day of work, I wrote a goodbye letter to the school where I have spent almost five years teaching and being taught. By the time I got to the end, I… 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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