Author Archives: Kirsty

Over and out

Spring Break evenings at the beach have been going something like this: Give one walkie-talkie to group of small children. Remember to keep the other. Negotiate order and precise length of turns with the walkie-talkie. Reassure children that they will … Continue reading

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A new space

As this website nears its tenth anniversary, I feel it’s time for a slight overhaul; something like a 10,000-mile service. Don’t worry, I’m not quite ready to trade her in yet. (Not being exactly the “careful lady owner”, I don’t … Continue reading

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Reading poetry. Poetry readings.

Last week I took part in this year’s Houston Poetry Festival. It was a lot of fun and got me thinking about what goes into a good poetry reading. Here’s my 2¢: Preparation As an Army brat, I heard a … Continue reading

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Lost Owner, Looking For Dog

Well, I don’t know if it was the British accent or the bad hair, but apparently something marked me out this morning as a person in need of a dog. I was chatting (about nothing remotely related to pets) to … Continue reading

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I pronounce you…

I’m seriously thinking about hiring a dialect coach. It’s really the last option. You see, I’ve lived in Houston for five years now and I pretty much consider myself a local. I can drive while applying make-up, drink sweet iced … Continue reading

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Gym etiquette

At the gym today someone came in and chose – out of an empty row of a dozen or more identical machines – to work out on the bouncy up-and-down elliptical thing right next to mine. I was a bit … Continue reading

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I think I’m becoming Americanized. (See, I even spelt it with a zee?) Don’t worry, I haven’t gone and bought me a gun. I haven’t switched to iced tea instead of PG Tips (a much more horrifying scenario). I haven’t … Continue reading

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Tea and repression

Today, Éila invited a friend from school to play. Aw, sweet. Except, she invited herself and her schoolfriend into someone else’s house. Awkward. I ended up chatting with my good friend in her kitchen while her daughter, my daughter and … Continue reading

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Different country, same admin.

So, around four months ago, I was complaining on here about how life was getting in the way of doing any writing. Our Oxfordshire house purchase was dragging on and I’d been chasing around trying to organise stuff while keeping … Continue reading

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Blow it all on handbags

Since coming back from Bantry, I’ve struggled to finish anything. Life has been one giant ball of loose ends: a big snarly mess like the tangle I periodically find at the bottom of the kids’ dressing-up box. A frustrating, time-sucking … Continue reading

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