A life unfolding

A repeating story

He didn’t need to tell me the address. I knew, from the smell of cheap beer on his parents’ breath and the filthy, ragged clothes clinging to his alarmingly tiny sister’s body, what their house looked like before my husband

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Of habits and husbands

My last post was two days ago, saying how I’d post something every day thereafter. Brilliant intentions there, and oozing with confidence and determination, but unfortunately I forgot one important factor: my husband, who refuses to yield to my routine-setting

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Nanowrimo 2014

It’s that time of year again – the glorious month of November – and I’ve taken up the insane challenge of doing Nanowrimo, on top of looking after a 3-month-old (at this particular second licking my arm) and studying part

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