It occurred to me a nights ago that this June will be 30 years since I finish secondary school. Incidentally it’s also 30 years since I left Italy but that’s a different story. (Or is it?) Anyway, I got thinking about the people I had spent five hours daily with and set about to retrace …
For Each Of You (by Audre Lorde) Be who you are and will belearn to cherishthat boisterous Black Angel that drives youup one day and down anotherprotecting the ploace where your power risesrunning like hot bloodfrom the same sourse as you pain. When you are hungrylearn to eatwhatever sustains youuntil morningbut do not misled by detailssimply …
‘A room of one’s own’ by Virginia Woolf Yup another one of hers. Just as famous so I’m not going to discuss it in too much details because, heck, it’s early and I haven’t had any breakfast which means the brain is not quite in gear… and so many words have been written about it …
Husband: out visiting his mum No 1: upstairs, revising for his exams No 2: out supporting the town hockey team No 3: on a plane on his way to Cyprus kindly invited by a friend. Me: at the kitchen table, talking to no one, the dishwasher playing in the background. On the table: the program …
Last night I couldn’t sleep. Earlier there had been some sort of disturbance in front of our house, maybe ‘kids’ (big kids) just messing about, maybe not, there was a football, yes, but there was a lot of shouting and it was late and it was dark, not the time to be out there. And …
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