Tag Archives: how to write

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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Lost Belongings

Posted on September 10, 2012 by gabrielablandy

Dan is on the station platform, holding a woman’s handbag. He stops and looks back in the carriage. What’s that? I ask. Someone’s left it, he says. Maybe they’re in the loo, I tell him. I don’t think so. I … Continue reading →

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Moments that change us

Posted on September 6, 2012 by gabrielablandy

Something happened last week, which made me refer back to the diary I kept when Dan and I were living in Denmark, WA. It was the end of February, 2011. Dan’s mum was staying. I wrote that I was going … Continue reading →

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Honesty, and how we might write

Posted on August 30, 2012 by gabrielablandy

My thoughtful readers and all the pioneer bloggers out there have brought my attention to something. Firstly, the draw of honesty, and secondly, how we might write. Perhaps, they are the same thing. So far, my writing journey has lasted nine … Continue reading →

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Between two people

Posted on August 27, 2012 by gabrielablandy

There are five or six girls, sitting on a bench in Christchurch meadow with notebooks on their laps. On the lawns behind are larger groups of students, in the city for the summer. Backpacks lie flung on the grass. I … Continue reading →

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