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Get wet.

16 Jul


Think carefully.

15 Jul


Beware of small women.

13 Jul


Wear colour.

11 Jul


Keep an eye out.

10 Jul

Would she show up? Of course she would, she always did. Meanwhile the sun felt good on his skin and this was a nice place to be.

As these days passed, Armeen began to understand more and more of what the kids around him called out. The sound of them playing around the pool, splashing, laughing, shouting calmed him somehow.

“Are we ready for our lesson?” Peggy was smiling.

Yes, always!”

“I brought you something delicious. Do you know the word for this?”, she held up a donut.

All at once he was flooded with such happiness, such joy. Of course he had no idea what it was called, but he knew she would tell him and that he would learn. So much sureness, safety and calm.

“A ring-cake?” said Armeen, and they both laughed.


Be resolute.

9 Jul


She wasn’t angry precisely, just tired of being nice all day. She would never, EVER get married…ever.

“Can’t you smile a little? For your big brother?”


“But the photographer wants a family picture. All of us.”

I’m never getting married, she said in her head. They can all go jump.


Get some help.

8 Jul

There’s life after chemo.

7 Jul

He ate it all. He ate until he could eat no more, then chewed and let it fall from his mouth.

He scrabbled and tore at it with clawed fingers. He destroyed what was left with all his strength…leaving nothing behind.

What is this? By what miracle can this be? A lonely seed of hope sprouting into full-blown joy. Pleasure, humour, enthusiasm expanding outwards and upwards.



Put down the dust rag.

6 Jul


Be kind to yourself.

5 Jul