“Which one of you is the author?” My sister and mother discretely deferred in my direction and I smiled at the council worker. “Oh! I bought your book. I had to order it through the bookshop. It is so lovely, such a wonderful message it sends.” “Thank you.” Ordinarily, this kind of exchange would have…
Read / February 21st, 2009
I’m guest posting over at MamaPop today with an article I wrote at the beginning of the week, before…well, you know what. Come on over and say hi. I’m talking about Madonna and Like a Prayer. Thanks again for each and every message of support. I’ve been informed that some people are making donations to…
My father, Ronald James Browne, passed away a half-hour after my post earlier today. He died just as my plane was beginning its ascent up to 37,000 feet. It was 3.30pm. The cause of death was complications arising from his motor neuron disease; that being, he caught pneumonia and he was unable to fight it….
How things can change in the space of an hour. This morning, my mother called to say my father was admitted to hospital, but not to panic yet, she’d call me later. I needed to get out of the house, so went for a drive into the city, by which point Adam met me saying…
© Christopher Bird Reproduced here with permission
“When you write the main thing is to feel you are rising to your own occasion.” Seamus Heaney Without blaming anything perhaps my own lack of inspiration, I feel this blog hasn’t been rising to its occasion lately. Agree or disagree with that statement as you will, I have a few offline projects I need…
Del has given me this award: The Proximidade Award is described as: ‘This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY – nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes for self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of…
Catherine asks over at BlogHer ‘Do You Give Good Blog?’ (My answer, in short, is: I try). I’m sorry, this week has been so draining; we’ve all been bombarded with news of terror and tragedy that I just don’t have anything left. I haven’t read many blogs, don’t have links favourited, and yet I don’t think…
(…because I’m totally re-posting last year’s entry:) A scintillating Valentines Day dinner conversation “I’m tired.” “My bowels aren’t happy tonight.” “My back hurts.” “No, really, I’m very gassy.” “I’m sick of siting down for so long. Who sits at a dinner table for two hours?” “My tummy isn’t happy either.” “You said that already.” “No…
