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Tag Archives: the old country

the journey to my son’s room

September 10, 2007 – 2:41 pm

If there is one thing I wish that could be different about this pregnancy (well aside from no pelvic pain, two things then) is I wish I could be more innocent about it. I wish I could be one of those women who from the first moment they see those two pink lines start painting [...]

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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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In sickness and in health

October 31, 2005 – 3:53 pm

I can’t believe I am about to say this, but after only three days off work with disease and injury I am growing bored of daytime telly. I feel like a woman who gets to move in with her idolised first crush only to discover that they’re not all you thought them to be. It’s [...]

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The Streets of My Town

October 14, 2004 – 7:16 pm

mzdt and his excellent photographic skills are to blame for feeding my addiction to photography and feeling the urge to re-surrect pictures.
I am not without mercy however, so I’ve used Lj-cuts with handy titles to help group pictures from various travels.
Foreshadowing: Montenegro

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Memory Box 1

October 14, 2004 – 2:45 am
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August 13, 2004 – 7:34 am

It’s quiet. I tend to miss out on how peaceful the early morning can be because I’m usually doing my best to sleep through it.
Montenegro is the only place where I rise early- mostly due to the combined necessity of drought and heat. In Montenegro 6am is lovely and fresh and a bit cold. The [...]

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Memories and Ruminations

January 30, 2004 – 3:17 pm

Belgrade, not long ago. Candles and wood and a tall opaque man who is nonetheless my friend. My cards on the table between us.
An energy in the room, rich and fragrant and mildly intoxicating. Like mulled wine, or sandalwood. Heaviness, but not unpleasant, like the heaviness of sunwarm sleep or the wood he crafts.
Beyond the [...]

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