Computer yoga is my cup of tea

Writing can at times be a most meditative pursuit. No, hang on; meditative is the wrong word. Writing can at times allow me some minutes – hours – of total oblivion, an experience very similar to that of being sucked into a fantastic book but the other way around. When I’m engulfed in a book, …

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How beautiful the faded things can be

At present, the glorious flowering of my rosebushes is coming to an end. Where just a week ago the roses were pert and full, now they droop and fade, petals falling like gentle snow to collect on the ground below them. My mock orange is the same; the boughs are no longer quite as heavy …

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I’m real, they’re not – I think.

“Damn him!” I slam the table so hard my hand hurts. “How can he do that? Bloody idiot of a man!” I go on, muttering a number of creative expletives before returning to my editing. “You wrote that,” my husband protests mildly from his side of the table. “And will you stop whacking at the …

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The day of the cockroach will come

We are a cosmically inclined family. My husband has a thing about constellations, two of our children have an intense relationship with the sun (one tans, the other doesn’t, no matter the number of hours invested in lying in the garden) and one has kept us on our toes for years with questions along the …

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When every word hurts

In this rather hectic world of ours, now and then one will hear parents talking about quality time with their kids. “Yes, I only see them for like one hour before they have to go to bed, but it’s quality time, you know?” Hmm. As an experienced mother, I’m sorry to tell you it doesn’t …

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When I was a child, I spake like a child…

When I was a child, I was seriously angry at my parents for being something as boring as Swedish. Why couldn’t they be Norsemen, Turks, English, or joy of joys, Scottish? (Okay; so I had a major hang up on Robert Bruce from a very early age. Put it down to an enthusiastic history teacher.) …

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This the best of worlds

As per a short little notice in today’s local paper, NASA has come to the conclusion that our galaxy, dear old Milky Way, will collide with the neighbouring galaxy, Andromeda. Fortunately, this humongous pile up is not scheduled to happen for another four billion years or so. Phew; for a moment there I feared extinction …

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