Category Archives: Marriage

Five Years

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A note to my 2006 and 2016 self. Day 8 of the Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.

The Story That Needs To Be Written

With only fifteen minutes to live, this is the story that I had to tell. Day 1 of the #Trust30 Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance” Project.

Bool! The End.

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“Lisey’s Story” was my second read and review in the Stephen King Challenge, easily one of the best books I have ever read and probably the most amazing one I will read all year.

The Local Expat

When I was a single twenty-something living in Spain it upset me to no end how difficult it was to make and integrate with a group of Spanish locals. I couldn’t understand why locals wouldn’t want to make a foreign friend and learn about someone’s life outside of Spain, in the same way that I…

Coupling

Life as an expat can be trying, in spite of its seeming glamourousness. One of the most difficult things I’ve noticed across the board is how hard it is to integrate with the locals of pretty much anywhere. What you find out is that especially in a place like Prague, with a great deal of…

How To Alienate Good People

A surefire way to alienate good folks and lose friends is by being fake. Fake people are the worst. To clarify, being fake is very different from being polite or professional. Being fake is pretending to be friends with people you can’t stand and not giving them even the slightest moment of pause to think…

Good Omens, Bad Omens

The year 2008, and so far six months living in Prague. Today is the first day the Sun has broken through the cloud cover and pierced the shield of this vampire city. I haven’t written for ages, and I think it was because my last blog incarnation of The TripWire went stale and my ideas…

A Woman Who Runs with the Wolves

She called me domesticated and it stung even though I knew it was said only with admiration. Even knowing that, it was as if the wound of my wild woman self had only partially closed and her words were salt. I forced myself to ask, “Have I been domesticated?” Are all the years of feminist…

not such a long way to happy

*i used to have this thing about not adding people i don’t know in person until i met a few people online who i feel like i have always been friends with and their transition into my life has been butter smooth. i realised that we can connect with people in so many ways. in…

moving forward

packers came today and put all of the possessions my family will keep into a container, soon to brave the wild tsunami-threatened oceans for sri lanka. moving day is always strange for me. i realised today that i have more attachment to the things that make up our home than the home itself. a carved…

O Husband, My Husband

written on a postcard of the Alhambra lit up at night looking like a magic fairyland on the blank space that sparkles: i can’t wait to feel your arms around mesurrounding me like your love that i feel from here. where the stamp could go it says instead:thoiry, francemay 9, 2006so soon, my love.i can’t…

a love letter to Lynne Motocar

written on a postcard of the newest superhero named Supermom that has a striking resemblance to you, curly hair and all on the blank space: your comforting love reaches me across the oceanwhere a stamp could go i write:thoiry, francemay 6, 2006i am overjoyed to have you as my new sisterand i can’t wait to…

a troubling turn towards conservatism

May 06, 2006 local british election results came through today with a disturbing turn towards conservatism once again. portugal recently elected an ultra-conservative president. switzerland has the most conservative government it has had in 20 years, along with france. spain currently has a socialist government, but with two simultaneous separatist movements in the basque region…

O Husband, My Husband

written on a postcard of an aerial view of granada and the alhambra, where you can see the bridge where we got married on the blank space: there’s no place like homethere’s no place like homethere’s no place like home where the stamp would go it says:thoiry, franceapril 30, 2006i’m clicking my red shoes together…

an uncertain love letter to Old Journals

written on the last pages of a blue and white covered journal made of recycled paper from india, with a free tibet sticker on the front. the last two pages are blank for some reason and i write: there is something to be said for keeping the past in the pastwhere there is no point…

a love letter to my Husband on His Birthday

written on a birthday card instead of a postcard that is the portrait of us as two halves of a spiral heart on the back where there is no inscription as of yet: may this birthday bring all the joy you have dreamed and more to your soul’s doorstep. you are in my thoughts and…

O Husband, My Husband

written on our tangled matrimonial sheets where the outline of your body is still warm and sleepy: you are the ecstatic air i breathewhere the outline of my body is smiling:april 24, 2006malaga, spainmarriage makes our love even betteri will dream of this night until you are in my arms again

a love letter to Our Wedding

written in love and enchantment below the alhambra on the stones we stood upon while taking our vows: our love is this rivermagical and neverendingwhere i left a tobacco offering:april 20, 2006the darro river, the alhambrathis union is blessedthe air is sweet with the SpiritsGod everywherei am happy

a love letter to My Husband

written on a peice of yellowed parchment, aged and the size of a postcard the whole thing is blank so on the front: perfection is the love in your eyes.so this is what blissful means.in a corner where a stamp would be a flower:april 20, 2006 at dawnbelow the alhambra, over the darro rivereternity is…

a love letter to Steerek H. Love

written on a postcard with a black and white photo from the fifties of a couple about to kiss, enclosed in a red cartoon heart on the blank space it says: you are the home i have been searching for. where i always put a kiss instead of a stamp for you:granada, spainapril 18, 2006finally.