Paris
Paris.
I feel so ill qualified to speak.
I’m not there but I know people who are. It could have been our sons, our daughters in that concert, that football stadium, those bars. They were someone’s sons and daughters, someone’s, mums, dads, friends. And so were the killers.
How much hate has there got to … Read more
Do nice girls Hate?
I think I mentioned that in the summer I’d played the Transformation Game. I played it to understand more about my relationship with someone, but what came up was Hate.
I’m capitalizing Hate because it felt like a villain who had arrived in my identity with no introduction, invitation or desire.
I’ve never really felt … Read more
‘Sometimes I hate you’
Wow..it’s not what you want to hear is it?
Anyone hating us is not good. Least of all my 10 year old. Least of all on a great trip to Greece.
But that’s what he said ‘sometimes I hate you’ he growled and he grumped off ahead, shoulders hunched, looking for all the world like … Read more