Latest Posts


  • The Lion and the Rock

    People swear by exposure therapy, but the key to good therapy is that it is controlled, that limits are pushed firmly and gently, like melting ice with a hair dryer on a low setting. This was more like defrosting a… Continue reading

    The Lion and the Rock
  • The Email

    At night, I bounce between what-ifs. My stomach is a fizzing alembic. I ask everybody what I should do. They are gentle and shrugging. Continue reading

    The Email
  • Well, I was invited to an interview…

    On the morning of the interview, I drive the wrong way, and arrive way too early. Continue reading

    Well, I was invited to an interview…
  • Her name is D

    CW for upsetting incident. Names have been changed. ? days since referral. She has sea ice eyes. Her pupils are tiny black holes drilled through the slush. Her tongue is a fat pink pad frosted with spit foam. The phone… Continue reading

    Her name is D
  • Moist Bricks

    304 days since referral request I stand in the back garden, my feet in borrowed flipflops, and look up at kiln baked red-brown rectangles. The bricks are moist. This might precipitate a change in the direction of my life. My… Continue reading

    Moist Bricks
  • I am a terrible liar

    290 days since referral Today: I call a customer who had a problem with a website purchase. Phone calls generally hold little terror for me, these days. Answer machines are awful, awful things that suck all the garble out of… Continue reading

    I am a terrible liar
  • New Year

    Most rituals are only given meaning by being given meaning, but this one seems particularly arbitrary. I firmly believe Qing does it better by holding it in springtime, the lunar new year often falling when the light has returned and… Continue reading

    New Year
  • Christmas

    The cat does not have a Facebook account and regularly cleans her unmentionables in public, so I doubt she‘ll suffer too much embarrassment. Continue reading

    Christmas
  • Really, I am fine. Really, I am.

    My life, like most lives, is profoundly ridiculous. Continue reading

    Really, I am fine. Really, I am.
  • Are You For Coffee?

    Okay!, I think. It’s not even 9am, and I have found a friend! Continue reading

    Are You For Coffee?
Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started