aging

Forty (Me, in NZ)

My Dad pushed the roll of paper across the floor in the hallway, the brown sausage unravelling as it picked up speed before hitting the wall. “OK,” he said, looking across at me and my brother. “What are we writing on it?” “Happy 40th birthday Mum!” we shouted. “With a BIG four-zero!” Black marker pensContinue reading “Forty (Me, in NZ)”

A year in people #3 – TR

There was a boy. Let’s call him TR. We were 13, or maybe 12. That awkward age where someone asks someone else to be their boyfriend/girlfriend and that’s it, you’re Going Out. Which at that age (back in my day), consisted of nothing more but awkward (if not silent) conversation, hanging out together with theContinue reading “A year in people #3 – TR”

I found a grey hair the other day. I don’t think it’s my first, it’s just the first one I’ve really noticed, probably because it’s near the front of my head. Last summer I looked in the mirror and saw what I thought were really blond hairs, just a few of them, and I wasContinue reading “Aging”