Tag Archives: friendship
Walking with Tess ‘on this journey called life’
Not many people understand it when you start wondering if you should become a nun. I’ve only encountered two people in my life with whom I shared this serious experience, who really understood it. One was my long-departed, always missed … Continue reading
I wanna hold your hand (but you wouldn’t want to hold mine)
I’m out, driving, on chore-related business. The radio, as usual, is on. Tuned – also as usual – to BBC radio middle-middle-class. No, not the classical one. No, not the middle-of-the-road music one. The talking one. Crikey, even radio’s becoming … Continue reading
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Tagged eczema, friendship, hands, holding hands, kindness of strangers, memoirs
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