Truth Compassionate

One day I found myself editing the sentences in my mind. Adjusting them to suit the friend I was conversing with. Like a chameleon I take on the colours of the people around me. With the cultured I speak with elegance; with the chavs with a coarse bluntness; I curb the expression of my beliefsContinue reading “Truth Compassionate”

Trifling Victories

Work was stressful. Trying to juggle so many things, the behaviour, the paperwork, the class prep, mark the tests, follow this style of teaching but don’t forget to teach these things from the other style, call a parent without knowing if I’ll be spoken to gratefully or as the enemy… and yet the kids makeContinue reading “Trifling Victories”

Crushing Dreams

There is nothing quite so cheerful making, to me, as a mild crush… Although I am rather mathematical about these things, calculating coolly, keeping emotions distant lest I get hurt… Maybe it is the mathematical-ness that makes them so consoling.So, you know, I get to know a fellow a bit…find he’s actually intelligent and sharesContinue reading “Crushing Dreams”

When the tube is all loved-up

As I sit on the tube, my super-sensitive, single senses are acutely aware of the couple across from me as their hands brush gently together. The two in the corner snatch kisses from each other with a rather un-British display of PDA, not too surprising in London where the Brits seem to be the minority.Continue reading “When the tube is all loved-up”

I think I am a writer

I started as a reader. I would begin to read when I woke up, read while eating, while making my bed and continue multi-tasking in this way for the major part of the day. Then I morphed into a thinker, a seeker of truth and often an overthinker. I like telling stories though they frequentlyContinue reading “I think I am a writer”