I mentioned in a recent blog post about how disappointed I was that our holiday to France didn’t work out the way I had planned. I also referenced how often my expectations of how things are ‘supposed’ to go end…
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The long curtain that hangs between the patio door and our little room in the B&B in Biarritz is fluttering in the afternoon breeze, the shutters gently rattling again the wall outside. I keep getting up from my seat to…
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“All that worrying, and stressing, and preparing, and then fate stepped in and took away my chance at football glory,” I joke to my friend, as we wander through town on our lunch break. He scoffs and furrows his brow…
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Though it feels like a breach of ‘girl code’, I often find that I feel more at ease when amongst groups of men than I do groups of women (I sometimes find large groups of women a little intimidating). I…
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A candle burns gently on the table, the flame bending and stretching through the fugged glass. In the kitchen, clothes turn in the washing machine; the rhythmic thump of wet, balled up sheets and pillows as the drum rotates. Somewhere…
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