Whether you’re happily wandering around Whoville like Cindy Lou Who, or on top of Grinch Mountain like me, it’s plain to see that this merriment is just one giant distraction. I’m told by believers that the twinkling lights and family gathering is a joy in the darkness, but why then does it set me off …
When The Brother and I were young, our mother was keen to pass on the Victorian etiquette she had learnt from her elders. She taught us how to polish the brasses, a chore that became a Saturday morning hardship for the pair of us. We would firstly collect all the little brass ornaments, tiny vases, …
By far the most embarrassing aspect of having a crippled mother was having to go shopping for special occasions with whoever she could find to take me. My confirmation shoes were bought on a cringy expedition with a couple up the road who I was so awkward with, I took the first pair I tried …
Ordinary Plenty 