Frozen in Groundhog Day
Sometimes it takes a while to process traumatic events. It’s taken me 18 months for details of Greg’s diagnosis to come back to me. I just wish they weren’t soundtracked by a Disney film.
Sometimes it takes a while to process traumatic events. It’s taken me 18 months for details of Greg’s diagnosis to come back to me. I just wish they weren’t soundtracked by a Disney film.
My fear of end-of-the-world films and cancer collide in some intense realisations on this whole being human lark. Who knew Bruce Willis in Armageddon would have such a lasting effect?
On the 5th anniversary of his death, I feel the need to talk about Neil. He would be mortified and tell me I’m too emotional (despite the fact that he was the one who would listen Kenny G every day)
Today is Greg’s birthday. There is no present that encapsulates what I feel about him so I wrote him a letter. As with all the best letters, there’s a lot of in jokes but basically, it’s about what love feel like.
My take on #metoo. What happens when you speak up about harassment and assault but you are accused of being the problem? By other women. #awkward
It’s a drag waiting for cancer test results when you’re stuck up a mountain in Spain. No amount of olives can detract from how slow time becomes but it helps if someone writes a song about you.
Sometimes strangers on a screen are the best people to reveal your darkest fears to. A love letter to the Internet and the connections that it can create. However, once you start looking for others in pain, you can’t control what you will see.
Note to self: Trying to channel a 90’s grunge icon through a Victorian Christmas decoration will not be as successful as you would like it to be and surprisingly, not be a cure for cancer.