Tag Archives: comfort

Worry – what’s the worst thing you can imagine?

Posted on June 22, 2013 by gabrielablandy

The year I turned eleven, I joined all-girl choir that my music teacher ran. It was called The Julia Singers. We met once a week for rehearsals and, each term, put on a show. There’d be a tea party beforehand … Continue reading →

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An unexpected comfort

Posted on November 23, 2012 by gabrielablandy

I’ve been in pain this week. Over the weekend, someone I trusted said many hurtful things, including unkind words about my writing. I’ve noticed the days going by – a reluctance to post on my blog, even though it has … Continue reading →

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Does anyone else feel guilty when they see a police car?

Posted on September 20, 2012 by gabrielablandy

When I was seven, I told my mother I wanted a willy. It looked so much easier for my brother. On family walks, having to squat down in the grass, I would often pee all over myself, or down the back … Continue reading →

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