Month: February 2011

Taken by Little Miss at this year’s Woodford Folk Fest 1. Little Miss 8’s CT scan came back normal. Big freaking PHEW. I am yet to be given the all-clear straight from the horse’s mouth (follow-up appointment is tomorrow) but so far, so good. Will write more about this whole rather upsetting experience when it’s a little more distant. I didn’t say much on here but I was feeling more than a little freaked out when the doctor looked me flat in the eye (yes, ‘flat’) and said “based on what you’re describing my first thought is brain tumour.” Me:…

So I was gonna finally jump onboard this whole “X things before X” bandwagon, with today’s b’day making it a “33 things before 33”. It was gonna be filled with things like: – go skydiving; – sew a dress (i.e. one that I could actually wear without crying and/or exposing unintended portions of flesh); – take dance lessons; – snorkel (i.e. without crying and/or exposing unintended portions of flesh); – etc etc Except that this afternoon, on my 32nd birthday, I shall be taking Miss 8 to have a CT scan. Now I’m just hoping for nothing at all. Literally.…

Frankie: “So my cousin told me she was reading your blog the other day, and that it really made her think about things a bit differently.” Me: “Well, naturally. I’m very thought provoking. Cutting edge, even.” Frankie: “You so are. That’s why I’m friends with you.” Me: “Don’t speak.” Frankie: “Okay.” Me: “So what exactly was she reading about? Which stunning pearls was she collecting from the depths of my ocean bed of wisdom on this particular dive? ” Frankie: “Oh you know. The bit about how Cassidy’s so cute – it made her think maybe she wants to have…

We nearly didn’t have Cassidy. Until sometime in early 2008, there I was at the beautiful Banff Centre, where I was lapping up the luxury of my own studio to work solidly on my new show during a residency. As such, I set myself the task I’d long procrastinated, of finally sorting through the mountains of pages, notes and random napkins on which I’d spilled forth thoughts over the years, to see which might actually survive the cull and make it into the show. It was during this process that I stumbled across a journal entry I’d written a couple…