Archive for November 2009

a letter to my late mother on thanksgiving

November 25, 2009

Mum, The knowledge that you are no longer here is a sudden raw sadness that strikes at odd times. Strangely, I have been irrevocably changed for the better by your death; grief has made me so much more empathic, more patient, much more open-hearted about where you might be now (I am sure at times, […]

the bbc

November 24, 2009

On Sunday, four members of the BBC arrived on my doorstep. They brought shortbread and homemade tea, cheese, hugs, sprigs of Christmas scented flowers and herbs; they brough love and humour. The British Blog Collective is a group of women whose stories I knew long before meeting In Real Life. Between us (Jo, Leonie, Meg, […]


November 22, 2009

Inside Saturday’s Guardian was a little box. And so in our bed, while the November wind danced around the windows, and Rex chased imaginary fairies around the room, Science Guy asked and I said yes. And then we were engaged. Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place ~ Zora Neale Hurston

a consitutional

November 16, 2009

On Saturday morning, fortified with buttery croissants, rich coffee and a nights rest free of the distant rumble of the District tube line, we strolled from our hotel near the Arc de Triomphe to meet lovely friends from home, who now live near Bastille. The November wind whipped around us as we negotiated the crazy […]

glamour and how the nude ladies made me feel

November 02, 2009

Glamour magazine has taken the bold and courageous step of publishing this photo: a naked picture of ‘normal’ sized women. I am so conflicted about this image. The cynic in me sees this photo as a way for the magazine to jump on the ‘curvy women wear clothes too!’ fashionista bullshit that is apparently in […]