Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive. How true, Mr Scott, how true! Let's face it, at some point in our lives most of us will experience at least one of those two states: being the wronged one, or the other one. Being deceived, or actively doing the deceiving - whether in our juvenile [...]
This is not going to be one of my usual posts. My dog has died. No other way of saying it. I don’t like ‘passed away’. That’s a useless euphemism. My dog has died. Just two days ago. She’s gone, but I don’t know where. I don’t know if there’s a doggie heaven, or if [...]
In case any of you are suffering from a touch of post-Thanksgiving blues, why don’t you come and join me here – in thought and memory at least, if not in person. I remember a very special Thursday in November, all of twenty-one years ago. My Philosopher-lover and I had been invited to an American [...]
You could say it’s a strange time of year to be thinking about post-holiday blues. But having just returned from a long-distance trip which was rather special, for various mysterious reasons that I am not about to disclose, I’m not ashamed to admit that the blues have hit me particularly hard this time. Do please [...]
A bit lower… no, higher… to the left a bit… I said LEFT, not right… What? Oops – sorry, got a bit carried away there! Trying to find the right directions. You know, like on Navigator, which I hate to admit at times still frustrates me. Is that a sign of low intelligence? Or age? [...]
Yes, I know, that’s an illogical title because lights are inanimate objects without hearts and therefore don’t have feelings. But what about the person who’s looking at them? Haven’t you ever done that, on a sombre autumn evening, like the one that’s engulfing me right here and now? Haven’t you ever stood on a lonely [...]
I need to say some things to you, whether you read them or not. You probably won’t. But that’s okay. Now that you’re gone, I can say what I like. You have freed me, even though I never asked for freedom. My words need no longer flutter against the cage of our desire. You once [...]
Wendy Skorupski 