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Tag Archives: history

the moral of the story

November 30, 2008 – 5:41 pm

One of my good friends was born and raised in Sarajevo. Before the war came her mother (a cynic by nature) urged her husband to sell their flat, take the children and move to Belgrade. But her husband (an idealist) didn’t think there would BE a war, and if there was any conflict that it [...]

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great-grandparents

November 26, 2008 – 2:43 pm
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the clan

November 7, 2008 – 11:21 pm

It’s marvellous strange what crafty wily things genes are. How they hide and divide, stowaway or skip generations. My son is a changeling a Rogue Russian (who were themselves Rogue Germans once upon a time).
I love looking at him, wondering what else he carries. Has he inherited my father’s talent for music, his singing voice? [...]

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Grief Stories Are The Only Stories Here

February 17, 2006 – 3:51 am

Z: How was your seminar today?
N:It was good. A bit intense. All about childhood bereavement and how we can bring up death in therapy with children.
Z: Perhaps you could just hand them a balloon on which it’s written “Your Mum’s Dead”.
Death was something that shaped the fabric of my family long before my father had [...]

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Sand in the mouth, forest in the eyes.

March 30, 2005 – 4:19 pm

My first great romance was at the age of 15 with a man called Isaac who was very much not my boyfriend at the time. Isaac was not my first great love – that was a year later with a man called Alexander, who was also not my boyfriend- but he was my perfect fairy [...]

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Protected: History

January 14, 2005 – 2:43 pm

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Kinder Eggs

December 10, 2004 – 12:24 pm

Most days the surface of my mind is placid and still, turqoise, cobalt and indigo blue. A sea mind.
The surface stillness may go on for days or weeks or months. And then sometimes, something happens a fragment of thought or feeling or memory erupts from the depths like a leaping marlin.
Today, I was shopping for [...]

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Memory Box 1

October 14, 2004 – 2:45 am
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