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Almost ten months since JS died, and I’m still constantly wrong-footed by this grief business. Take Christmas. Actually, please, someone, anyone, take Christmas, I beg you. I wasn’t always like this about the festive season: grouchy, tearful, wanting to strangle every adult in the Morrison’s Christmas advert with a string of tinsel, especially the flirty butcher in […]
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In John Green’s young adult novel, Paper Towns, troubled teen, Margo Roth Spiegelman, loves planning adventures for herself in a black notebook. The planning is the fun part, because as Margo reflects, “Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will.” Although somewhat unhinged (involvement in suicide, blackmail and spray painting isn’t something to be recommended for […]
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Hmmm. I was warned about the six-month low, but why did no one alert me to to the eight-month pit? I’m a late August baby, the third youngest in my year at school. Research shows that summer babes never catch up with their peers, so perhaps I’m just slow, and my six-month slump came at […]
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