That Was the Week that Was
Unless you’ve been living in a cave (Howdy Osama!) for the last while, you’ll know that St Patrick’s Day came and, thanks be to goodness, went this week. I have complicated reactions to the tsunami of...
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View ArticleStill in a holding pattern
I have finally reached the point where the light I can see at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming express. The last few weeks have been just one damn’ thing after another—none of them major or...
View ArticleMothers. Gotta love ’em
During one of my regular Sunday phone calls, a few years before she died, my mother bemoaned her rapidly fading grasp on reality. “I know I was never very bright,†she laughed, but with a slightly...
View ArticleThy Tears Might Cease
I have taken my title from a wonderful book by an Irish writer, Michael Farrell, which was released in 1963. It was his one and only book, his master work, which he toiled over for years, never...
View ArticleThose were the days, my friends
The First Husband and I watched a DVD of this movie last night. In the interests of accuracy, I should clarify that the version we watched was the UK release, which was called The Boat that Rocked. Not...
View ArticleEnglish as she is spoke
Let me state, right off the bat, that I’m no Lynne Truss. I don’t roam the land, armed with a magic marker, correcting apostrophes. Not that I haven’t been tempted, mind. I’m sure it is no coincidence...
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I made three New Year resolutions for 2010. The first was to maintain the weight loss I had accomplished last year. Losing weight and getting fit were my only resolutions for 2009 and I managed to shed...
View ArticleSticks and stones
I’ve been following with interest the ongoing debate about what the headline writers are now calling “the R word,” as in retard. The issue was given new impetus when White House Chief of Staff, Rahm...
View ArticleNary a cross word
Two events were to bring home to me the fact that I had finally grown up in the eyes of my parents. The first was a cri de couer from my mother: she needed my advice on arranging a dinner party for the...
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