Hello, blog crowd, I am in a book. It’s going to be a real book. We did it! I can remember when, just over a month ago, I sent my pitch to Heather from 404 Ink, vaguely saying I’d maybe like to write about my family’s female line, inheriting domestic traits, and grieving. I didn’t … Continue reading
Originally published as part of Scottish Book Trust‘s Journeys project. Read it on their website here. 2. Pushing a chair on the blue lino floor of the kitchen, learning how to walk. 6. Walking to the school gate in the cold tiled hallway looking for milk with my name on it. 7. Pushing a metal … Continue reading
Home is waking up knowing where I am, with a sore throat because I left the window open over night. I pull my heavy limbs together and into the kitchen to scavenge for food in the drawers that are neatly organised and never empty. I wave at my Gran through the window. My sister’s handiwork, pink raspberry syrup, poured into a glass and mixed with water. Dad‘s paper is on the table and I turn it over to read the opinion pieces, so I know what to think. After breakfast I play the piano because I know Mum will like it.
There are other things I remember, about other homes. Continue reading
Christina Neuwirth 