Blur of Red and White (Flower of the Day)

I took this photograph thinking of my oldest sister, gone now almost thirty years. Red and white were her favourite colours, and we decorated her casket with large flowing bouquets.  I was disappointed by the blur, but then decided that the blur is fitting – it is how she resides in my memory – the […]

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Trauma’s Shadow is Rage

“…he had always been popular and happy and things had always worked out.”                                       (Holly LeCraw, The Swimming Pool) I close the book, feeling the rage shifting just below my sternum.  It’s the second time this week […]

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