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I am Kathy B.
A candid tale of 20-something humanness and extended note to self.
(*Photo credit to Nigel Howe *) We crossed a line, that night. It had been a week of staying up until 2am, saying everything except t...
Thursday, 9 March 2017
There was a moment, last summer, when I stood, naked , in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, and cried. I call it ' ...
Thursday, 2 February 2017
How to carry on
It can be tough: being human . Know that you are not alone in it: in your vulnerability , and your sadness, and your struggle. Life is n...
Friday, 20 January 2017
The day he got on a plane
We argued about his trip once. It wasn't that I didn't want him to go. It was just that, I didn't want him to go. Not for so...
Sunday, 15 January 2017
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Love by numbers
He was my friend, before he wasn't . We sat next to each other in Maths, and I was a bit shy and gawky with other people but seemed...
Sunday, 8 January 2017
I've been thinking a lot lately about the stories we collect: the defining experiences and the touching moments and the precious memo...
Sunday, 20 November 2016
Things I'll teach my daughter
You are you , and you are the only you that the world will ever see, and that's spectacular, really, isn't it? Society will try t...
Thursday, 3 November 2016
I am Kathy B.
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