Today

I received a text message from my old uni flatmate this morning. “Sad news. Call me. x” I thought – this is it. She’s gone into a hospice. Our other uni flatmate M, and her best friend – has had lung cancer. (Did you know lung cancer is the #1 killer cancer? And yet it’s…

NaBloPoMo roundup

Well, I did it! This is my final post for NaBloPoMo, the blogging challenge for November. I can’t quite imagine how, but I’ve managed to bore you post every single day in November. Wowsers! (Now I can go back to the usual blogging-every-few-days thing and stop the 11pm panic setting in…) Things I blogged about…

Small acts of love

When I was younger, I spent quite a while away from my family at school. It was back in the days where we didn’t have email, but postal mail – which wasn’t known as “snail mail” but just “mail” (or “post” in the UK). I was brought up by fairly traditional parents where my dad…

Love is love, part deux 

I mentioned yesterday that I went to a wedding. It seems to be an act of overstatement to say it was a gay wedding, and yet I feel I have to say it, because the beauty of my friend’s special day of commitment is still something that some people think shouldn’t be allowed.  For my…

Love is love

I’m at a wedding today so this post will be short, unless I can manage to post more later! It’s the wedding of someone I went to uni with, and he married a man. I’m glad I live in a time and place where that can happen.  Love is love. 

Did my parents love me less?

I asked the question in my previous post… As someone who was adopted, who has siblings who were not adopted – Did my parents love me less? This is a thorny one. Short answer: I am not sure love is quantitative. I think it’s qualitative. They loved me differently. Not more, not less. They loved me…