Childhood is present & the past real. On waking, aching loss remains.
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Oxygen
Most days you forget. There is always so much to do & before you know it you are busy doing the countless everyday things that make your life narrow & mundane. But if you remember to look out the window, up & over the roofs, beyond the rows of neatly manicured lawns & suburban … Continue reading Oxygen
Perspective
Another day of waking in an office that is a home of Google meets & Zoom calls & working in Teams & cooking, whatever, on the side & being professional through a screen. Weeks this has been going on. At what point, you wonder did Unprecedented become routine? Another day of waiting, on hold, … Continue reading Perspective
Skin
the White Disease he calls it when I burn & peel peel & burn for sunscreen in Scotland is not a frequent concern. when our boys were new & unblemished routinely he would say with their Colour Skin sunscreen is unnecessary when they go out to play. he likes the sun but prefers … Continue reading Skin
Our New Normal
Remember when breathing was normal, just something you did? Not inhaling a virus & getting sick quick. Remember when wearing a face mask was Halloween art & queuing wasn’t standing two metres apart? Remember when distance wasn’t seen as socially good & shielding was a word no-one understood? Remember when coughing or … Continue reading Our New Normal
Barefoot Sociologist 