Everydaystranger

And on some days you just don’t know how to talk.
This is one of those days.

-H.

Sometimes I look around at the props I use in this enormous stage I inhabit. Even though I am not pretending to be anyone else anymore, that doesn’t always mean I don’t need things around me to keep me on track of who I really am. Sometimes these props are tanglibe things, and [...]

Hungover.
IBS malfunctions mean I can’t decide if I’m coming of going (and not the good, romantic, roll-around-on-the-bed kind of coming).
Desquamation of my skin rampant.
Period started and I have a pimple very prominently on my forehead, proving that you’re never too old to suffer the adolescence you never wanted anyway.
Off to deal with the vapid horror [...]

And so, on a typical Tuesday, I hit a wall.
There are walls, after all. Even if they beckon a trip to Monaco beyond that. Those walls are the ones to look out for.
Maybe I should stop playing Bic Runga’s And No More Shall We Part over and over again.
This week started out on [...]

Because my work isn’t busy enough, because spending time on 9 conference calls a day while trying desperately to keep the email demons at bay isn’t quite enough to fill a day, I have to add another item to my “to suffer list”.
One I don’t really want.
At all.
It took Angus’ reminders to let me know [...]

Rousseau (you know Rousseau, right? The guy behind The Social Contract, the one who coined the term “noble savage”? The guy that’s usually drunk on your couch the Sunday following a party, smelling of too many packs of cheap Gauloise and of self-righteous gin and absinthe cocktails? Yeah. Him.) once said [...]

When you move around a lot as a child and just basically have really screwed up emotions, making friends is not easy. In fact, it’s impossible. On military bases you deal with a different breed of children-we all know we’re only here for 2-4 years. The constant moving means that no matter [...]

Yesterday I blearily got up and got ready, opting for a Boho peasant look with the gorgeous French Connection skirt Angus gave me for my birthday. I threw on my denim jacket and grabbed my briefcase and dashed out the door to endure the first 2.5 hours of train riding I would need to [...]

Saturday’s post brought a number of interesting things. With the sound of paper on the tiled entryway, strewn around the inside of the door were a number of things to make us smile, make us groan, make us think. It’s amazing the things the postman can bring.
One envelope held new nametags for Maggie [...]

My days have a pattern to them. I try not to deviate from my pattern too much because, while I enjoy the frailties of life and the adventures that come with it, it doesn’t mean I love constant “swing your pants” kind of days. You know the kind. Where you walk a new [...]

Reading Memoirs of a Geisha has had me thinking a lot lately.
Throughout my life I have struggled with who I am. Not just the ideas and thoughts that run through my head, but the very fabric of who I am, the breakdown of the component nuclei that run in my veins. These elements [...]

The floors and ceilings of Cathedrals are often paved and highlighted with tombs as the sleeping dead form the foundations for holding a church together. In Norwich Cathedral on Saturday I walk in and skirt my feet delicately around the black marbled edge of a tombstone. They may be the fabric of the [...]

On Friday Angus and I strapped ourselves into the car and headed up to Norfolk, an area far north of London and a long goddamn drive from our little home. We were headed to Norwich, the city where my manager Jeff lives and is getting married. We were armed with Angus’ tuxedo, my [...]