I was wiser in my twenties than I give myself credit for. In an old blog, in another time, I remember writing, at the tender age of twenty-two, that some friendships had use-by dates. Sadly, I didn’t remember my own advice, and I’ve struggled with the act of letting go all my life. It’s caused me nothing but heartache. I’ve…
I’m thinking of you today, Marie. I’m thinking of the way we walked arm in arm down the Champs-Élysées, two carefree girls who felt beautiful and invincible; I remember the wonderfully strong coffee in that little café you insisted we try, and our delight at discovering the used book store above it. I remember when the skirts of my dress caught on…
22nd August 2012
I have many wonderful memories of the decade I spent travelling around the world but my funniest memory of all time is possibly my camping adventure memory from the year I spent in New Zealand. All my close friends call me Tara; it’s not just a nickname, it’s also a play on my middle name. I’ve been Tara for years,…
21st October 2011
It takes two to tango. I recently had a phone call from an old friend (we shall call her X) who clearly had something on her mind. After the initial hellos and how-the-hell-are-yous she very quickly moved on to the real reason why she’d called me. She wanted to issue a very formal and very vociferous complaint about her best…
14th October 2011
Is it just me or have my posse and I been lurching from crisis to crisis lately? Don’t get me wrong; I love being there to pick my buddies up and dust them off (figuratively, of course; we never talk about that time when it was literal), and I love knowing they’re there to perform the same service for me…