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In search of good words.

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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Other people’s lives.

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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It’s that time again.

The reflections of the year that’s about to pass are all around. News, pictures, stories, tragedies, disasters, events. What was news makes news again. Lest we forget. I look at the year I’ve just lived and see, easily in my … Continue reading

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The nook book.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was striding down Fifth Avenue. (That’s such a fine sentence with which to start a blog post, isn’t it?) My first full day to myself . I’d been out and about since early … Continue reading

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And there’s a day after that.

The sun rises the next day. You get up before it, as usual. You flick the kettle on, let the dog out, go visit the loo. As usual. It’s cold. You stand by the kettle, waiting, cup in hand, waking … Continue reading

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