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Lindsey Kinsella's literary compositions suited only for reading in a closet. Personal reflections from a fifty-several female.
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Don't touch
Don't touch How the pandemic affected me
From the moment we had to show our love by staying apart, the pandemic took more than my liberty.
If I had fully understood what was about to come between my family and me, there’s no doubt we’d have kissed and held each other one last time, stock-piling enough physical contact to carry us through for however long, we couldn’t know. Love is given through touch. Unlike words, a loving…
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Why is our hair so important to us?
Why is our hair so important to us? A leveller during a pandemic.
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To look at me, you wouldn’t know how acutely I’ve missed my family during lockdown. No, what you’d probably notice is how keenly I’m feeling the awfulness of my enforced new hairstyle. Used to hair no longer than a couple of inches past my shoulders, I’m horrified by the unruly overflow down my back.
I suppose I’m lucky to be ‘shielding’ Drew through the pandemic and allowed…
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When do our offspring begin mocking us?
When do our offspring begin mocking us?
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As a mother of grown-up children, I can relate to this famous Mark Twain quote: “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.”
Teenage years
What happens in their twenties? Do they then have a legitimate right to…
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When the mocking starts
When the mocking starts ...Our adult children seem to adopt an apparently legitimate right to treat us as ludicrous.
As doting parents, we would titter when our young children did or said something charmingly naive, but now mine are adults, there’s many a time knowing looks are exchanged between them if Mum misses the point or perhaps appears techno-terrible.
I don’t simply mean when I respond to one of them before noticing they’re on their phone.
“Hello…Yes, fine thanks – you? …Oh.”
Nor do I mean after I’ve…
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How it feels to be older than my father
How it feels to be older than my father
One of the cruelties of losing a parent at a young age is the opportunity to discover their individuality is gone. They are forever fixed in the parent persona.
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Today is the fortieth anniversary of my father’s sudden death. I’ve never been able to ignore this anniversary not least because it marks the day my childhood ended. Despite now being in my…
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The waiting room
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Drew and I are in the waiting room again. We’ve been visiting this place from time to time over the past four years, but it never looks the same. Sometimes it’s a quick visit when daylight finds its way through somehow. Sometimes it’s dismal, like now when there’s no chance of any light getting in for weeks.
Fearing the worst comes with preparing…
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What I Hate About Spring
What I Hate About Spring
Spring is my favourite season – no question. There’s blossom on the trees, bluebells in the woods and … something else beginning with B would be handy, to make this sentence work.
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However, spring is also the season when I look in my wardrobes and say, “There’s absolutely nothing I like in here.” I do love a hat, but dressing the rest of my body takes a…
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Stop the Music
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The build-up to Christmas is the one time of year I feel I need a short break from music.
Although I’ve recently enjoyed zooming around in my car listening to carefully chosen soul classics from my phone and joining in an impromptu sing along with the family, it’s the small selection of songs forced on us at this time of year, wherever we venture out in public,…
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Why we need so many knickers
Why we need so many knickers
By the time you reach my age, you’ll have been through many phases of knickers, starting off with something serviceable then probably shrinking to something scanty, and back again on occasion.
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When I was old enough to choose my own briefs, I remember my mum voicing her disgust at the scarcity of fabric. But knowing hermother (my grandmother) was from…
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What? Are you reading?
What? Are you reading?
A classic, 1 non-fiction, 1 trusted novelist, 1 shortlisted for a prize I’m unembarrassed by my love of reading; I’d be more ashamed to admit I’m not an avid reader. I don’t consider myself especially well-read though, which probably sounds ridiculous to those who know I teach English, studied literature at university and have never been without a book since I cracked the whole reading to…
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Bloglovin'
Bloglovin’
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Photo by abi ismail on Unsplash I think I might be a little late to the party, but I’ve just discovered Bloglovin’. Who would have thought there was so much to learn about being an indie writer? There’s barely any time to write!
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Please stop showing off; I'm trying to eat out.
Please stop showing off; I’m trying to eat out.
Photo by Jennifer Pallian on Unsplash On a recent trip to Florence, I was struck by the authentic individuality of the restaurants and coffee shops. For example, the organic pasta restaurant I tried served pasta, breads, salad, wine and spirits. I don’t speak much Italian, but I suspect the sign on the door said: “If you’re looking for a burger and a beer – or even a pizza – look somewhere…
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Miss, Mrs or Ms?
Photo by Lorenzo Spoleti on Unsplash When the customer assistant asked for my name, I hesitated. Should I offer my married name, although I am no longer married, or my maiden name? If I give my maiden name, at least I know how to answer the next question: “Is that Miss or Mrs?” I didn’t marry my dad, so it’s Miss – obviously. But giving the name still on my bank account, passport and bills…
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Honestly Hating Exercise
Photo by Matthew Kane on Unsplash Are you secretly too ashamed to admit you aren’t exercising all the chuffing time? I used to dread hearing, the words “at the gym” coming up in conversation with anyone in case they realised I’ve barely been to a gym since they were called gymnasiums. But now, at last, I’m beginning to feel comfortable with honestly hating exercise. If you’re anything like me,…
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Autumn friends
Are friendships rated by how long they’ve endured? Photo by Ricky Kharawala on Unsplash It’s not really fair to have more than one partner at a time, but it’s acceptable to have many friends. Different friends fulfil different needs and as our ‘requirements’ change, so do our friendships. Some blossom; some wither. If we’re lucky, new friendships form. But do you rate these newer friends lower…
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Beauty Befuddlement and Makeup Tips from Men
Beauty Befuddlement and Makeup Tips from Men
Photo by William Ivan on Unsplash Sent: Please have my back at work tomorrow. I’ve just had my first ever spray tan and look like an African tribeswoman. The guys will crucify me. Received: Don’t worry – I’ll tell them you’ve had your teeth whitened. That evening, on returning home sticky, grubby and humiliated from the beauty salon, where I’d stood in a pod as an apparently pubescent…
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