- BAD DATES CLUB (31)
- Dating (34)
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- Muddled Observations (65)
- Travel (22)
- Womanhood (6)
- Writing (6)
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THE TIME I ACCIDENTALLY TOOK DAD TO A DRAG BRUNCH.
We were the only father-daughter table there. I guess other daughters thought an Italian restaurant maybe more fitting for the occasion.
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30…. TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK….
“When I turned turned 30, it felt like The Joker had strapped a time-bomb onto my womb with a complex maths problem”
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TOUR TALES: THE REVIEWER.
“my self esteem relies on a stranger’s opinion.”
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LESSON 2: THERE ARE TWO I(s) IN WRITING.
The few times I’ve had to say I was a ‘team player’, I was lying.
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BAREFOOT BAKERY & THE NOT-SO-SILENT GENERATION.
A white haired man wobbled in. He was wearing a corduroy waistcoat, and one of those film noir detective hats.
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TOUR TALES: SPOTTY DICK.
“So it’s pronounced BAAY-LE-OL, not BAL-E-OL!”
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