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motherhendiaries

Hi there! I am an American who washed up on the shores of England over 25 years ago. I decided that if my life is an open book anyway, I better start writing some of it down before I get too old to remember that I enjoyed most of it. And if I can make you choke on your bagel or snort coffee out your nose from time to time, I feel I have succeeded in my mission here. Someone has to do it. Welcome to the comedrama dust bath that is my life...

The Birds

This morning, standing outside in my bathrobe coaxing a young bird out of our apple tree, alternately flapping my elbows and waving a syringe full of lukewarm oatmeal, it suddenly occurs to me that I have gone mad. Quite, quite mad. I know. It should have occurred to […]

Gun Girl

       I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I come from a long line of hunters. Well, at least that’s what I’ve always been led to believe, and growing up in close proximity to my dear old Grandpa, this fact took on a mythical quality. Many an […]

Home Truths

You don’t get to be my age without learning a few hard lessons in life. Granted, I’m (only) 52, but given the fact I am weirdly accident prone, who knows whether today I might trip over a rollerskate and puncture my jugular on a drinking straw? In case […]

Attack #435

I’m not sure if any of you are aware of it or not, but there is a war going on in The Castle these days. It has been raging for months, actually, but since I am not particularly fussed by six-legged creatures, I have not felt it necessary […]

The Gilded Wood

There are wonders to be found In a gilded wood Damp in melted frost, Awash with ancient sunshine, Alive with the chattering rush of squirrels, The honking goose, Birdsong of a thousand melodies, The subtle crunch of damp leaves And hidden bogs of sucking mud. My breath rises […]