December 2011
2 posts
Big Hearts Deserve Big Christmas Hugs
“I’m curled up in an armchair with this book writing out a story for myself, feeling like the Pooh-bear with no brain. Wondering how P-branes intersect to form black holes. My thoughts are Christmas ribbons tied in knots, discarded labels from the day before, hiding in a black bag by the door. … I tap, unwrap a chocolate from its box, so we can suck each segment and not...
Introductions
When I was a young girl I had a scrapbook in which I stuck adventure snaps, ‘found objects’ like shards of wallnut shells and dried out cucarachas, and scribbled anectodes about my many disconcerting encounters with old people. My teacher liked it so much that she sent me to the headmaster’s office to receive a special sticker of approval (really - they did that at my school).
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