Tag Archives: books

Nonetheless, despite all misgivings, I voted. *

Posted on May 25, 2020 by RosieL

What with the pandemic, the lock down, and the isolation, I struggled with Year of the Monkey to begin with. I couldn’t come to grips with talking signs, empty lolly wrappers, and a most mysterious man named Ernest. The world … Continue reading →

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“I don’t envy Adrian his death, but I envy him the clarity of his life.”*

Posted on March 3, 2020 by RosieL

I joined a book group some time ago now, when I was putting myself back together again at the house near the beach. It was no mean feat. The first few times I went, I chanted a mantra on the … Continue reading →

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Have you been waiting long?

Posted on March 10, 2016 by RosieL

You look away and it’s just for a minute, really that’s what it seems like, and then you look back again. And when you look back again, for no other reason than the idlest of curiosity, you see it’s been … Continue reading →

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Somebody showed me a picture.

Posted on October 17, 2013 by RosieL

At our book group we don’t bother much, if at all, with the book we’ve just read. Or not opened, because, life. We catch up with each other, with the news and with the gossip. And out come the phones. … Continue reading →

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With David, laughing.

Posted on July 16, 2013 by RosieL

A while back now a friend and I went to spend an evening with David Sedaris. It was quite a production for us. We each drove from our somewhere in the country abodes, met in the small country town where … Continue reading →

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In search of good words.

Posted on May 30, 2013 by RosieL

I picked up some books I’d ordered from the library. They made a nice little stack on the seat beside me in the car while I drove home via the supermarket. The one I had waited the longest for was … Continue reading →

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Three a.m.

Posted on March 16, 2013 by RosieL

It’s been too hot to sleep and at three o’clock in the morning you may as well go googling as do anything else. Things come to mind then that may escape you in the daylit hours. And one thing can … Continue reading →

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Other people’s lives.

Posted on March 3, 2013 by RosieL

I couldn’t think of a single thing to write about. No, truly. I thought to write about Edna O’Brien after I read her memoir Country Girl. I thought I would say how I fell in love with Edna O’Brien in … Continue reading →

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Whoosh.

Posted on January 29, 2013 by RosieL

It was snowing, had been and would some more. The romance of it disappeared when you walked the icy,  slip-sliding footpaths. I had walked those footpaths for my hospital appointments several times now, navigating the hazards with considerable caution. Foolish … Continue reading →

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Vanity.

Posted on November 29, 2012 by RosieL

    I always take a book with me when I go to the hairdresser. Certain procedures take some time and I’m happy to read and wait. I had a hairdresser once who thought that was an almost hilarious thing … Continue reading →

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