Post#4 Memory

  Memory is an elusive concept, there are times when I can actually feel the red-rusted cogs in my brain rotating, pivoting for precious recall. Finding my house keys has become a daily session of hide and seek until I can trick my brain into activity through distraction. The epiphany that I'd left them in … Continue reading Post#4 Memory

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Post#3 Books are Like Mistresses, Others are Like Wives

  It's no secret amongst my friends and family that I'm a "bit of a bookworm". I can't help it, a day without reading feels like a betrayal and I'm beset by an odd guilt every time I glance over at my bookshelf; admonished by the incongruent rows of neglected paperbacks. This guilt is not … Continue reading Post#3 Books are Like Mistresses, Others are Like Wives