I feel like I’m adjusting from this to that, from something to other, but I have no idea what either is. I simply have a sense that I am somewhere indeterminate, somewhere between before and after. How’s that for a jumbled description of my current juddering internal compass? Let me try harder to explain. It’s as … Continue reading Stew
I once knew a woman whose ambition it was to play the harp but life and raising a family got in the way so she told me she would play it when she got to heaven instead. I have not seen or thought about this person for thirty years until this week, when I heard … Continue reading What Are They Doing In Heaven Today?
A late June night. I’d picked her up from the tram, and we were driving back along York Place. From there, we drove down Leith Walk, briefly passing through Haddington Place, before we turned onto Montgomery Street. She lifted her hand, an involuntary action, she didn't seem to know she was doing it, and pressed … Continue reading Absence
‘At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.’ My book group has just finished reading Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary. Insights such as this into … Continue reading Far Off Fields
‘Men grow cold as girls grow old, And we all lose our charms in the end, But square cut or pear shape these rocks don't lose their shape, Diamonds are a girl's best friend,’ Am I shallow? Of course I am, because I know Marilyn was right: every girl, including me, does love a diamond (or … Continue reading Aspirational Bed Linen
I’m heading home later today, to the north coast of County Antrim. It’s not long since I’ve been there, just over three months, and although I don't live there anymore, and I’ve not lived there for any great length of time in twenty odd years, I still look on it as home. I suppose I … Continue reading Longing and Belonging