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On funeral slideshows

Being fifty-something, I seem to be attending funerals with unsettling frequency. The generation that went before is moving on, one by one. So I’m feeling qualified to make this personal observation. Those slideshows of photographs they show at funerals are growing on me. More and more, I look forward to the moment when everyone in… Continue reading On funeral slideshows

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Copper shopping in the house of memories

Copper, copper everywhere. This warm, pinky metal seems to be front and centre of every magazine, lifestyle supplement and Instagram account I open. From sleek light fittings to organic shaped bowls and even wood baskets, copper is the metal flavour of the month year. And I want me some! Such are the dilemmas one faces… Continue reading Copper shopping in the house of memories

it's all about me · remembering / musing

Of coloured pencils and fugitive moments

Being fifty-something, I love to scrutinise the past for “pivotal” moments – those points in time when something changed. Or you changed. Or the world changed. There are the biggies you can draw a line beneath and from then on everything (Every. Thing.) falls above or below, before or after. But sometimes the moment is… Continue reading Of coloured pencils and fugitive moments

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Kenneth’s Zucchini Slice … with a nod to our neighbours through the ages

Being fifty-something, I’ve had some marvellous neighbours. And some not so marvellous neighbours … like the grumpy old fellow who’d phone to complain if the kids bounced their basketballs as they walked past his house. Let’s forget him and focus on the good guys. A couple of days ago my neighbours messaged to say they… Continue reading Kenneth’s Zucchini Slice … with a nod to our neighbours through the ages

it's all about me · remembering / musing

When “seeing someone” is the best medicine

Being fifty-something, I’ve needed help from others many a time. Today I clicked on a Twitter link and up popped an image that took me back almost eight years to a time when I needed help. Big time. The photo was of a local psychologist, a counsellor whose practice is centred around supporting people and… Continue reading When “seeing someone” is the best medicine