Archive - Prolonged

Re-entering the village

I used the word ‘cusp’ when I actually meant ‘tail’.

Oct 8, 2023 •

April 2023

My early formative years were mostly spent two doors up from a harbor with salt marsh perfume ever cloying the molasses air.

Apr 7, 2023 •

March 2023

Righting your story

Mar 8, 2023 •

January 2023

A winter residency

Three weeks of unimaginative weather have left me feeling like a reflection of the sky- sullen, flint grey with just enough teasing of the sun to remind…

Jan 3, 2023 •

December 2022

There is a long standing joke in my family that I am always sick for my birthday.

Dec 14, 2022 •

November 2022

October 2022

Live not as a grim duty

More leaves are gone than remain as our gentle mountain surround turns mostly see-through.

Oct 27, 2022 •

I awaken long before daylight and relish in curling up, like a cat, snug against my husband’s broad back.

Oct 19, 2022 •

On a morning ramble through the vegetable garden this week, I winced.

Oct 13, 2022 •

So the tale goes, my first fully formed word beyond 'dada’ and ‘mama’ was ‘self’, but uttered with great theatrical emphasis so more like ‘SELF’.

Oct 4, 2022 •

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