Thoughts

  • The Traces We Leave

    The Traces We Leave

    There is a familiar saying that people come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I understand the sentiment and I even believe it. Some people arrive quietly and stay only a little while. Others settle themselves into the landscape of our lives so completely that eventually we cannot remember what…

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  • Stained

    Stained

    I hate that you’re a stain in my brain that bleeds through every one of my days.

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  • I miss you.

    The ninth anniversary of your passing came and went on July 25th. Today, the 28th, is the anniversary of your funeral. I hate July. I hate that you and I weren’t as close as I desperately wanted to be, that somehow we grew apart, but you were always there when I needed someone I could…

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  • I have a cold

    I have a cold

    There’s something so calming and comforting about having a glass of hot blackcurrant cordial when you’re sick. It was one of the things my maternal grandmother would give me if I was unwell and she was charged with looking after me for the day. As much as I didn’t like her when I was younger,…

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