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Sibling Support.

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That photo (well the photo that the photo is of, when I next find this album I’ll scan the actual photo) was taken on my 10th birthday, and that child would be my 5 month old brother. Awww.  I now find myself sitting alone, 12 years later because he’s spending the first week of his Tattie Holidays at a residential music programme having the time of his life with a guitar. I am incredibly grateful for having such a wonderful sibling.  Somebody who I’ve been known to describe as “more of a friend than a brother.”  Somebody who knows me inside out and … Continue reading Sibling Support.

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What’s My Age Again?

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Age will always be a very dangerous topic of conversation.  My brother and I spent too much time at a party last night persuading new friends that we were not 14 and 16. We’re 12 and 22.  We were born nearly a decade apart, we’re not like most siblings. Yes, my brother is two and a half inches taller than me.  Yes, he does appear to have hit puberty like a tonne of bricks in the last 6 months.  Get over it.  I haven’t grown since I was 12.  2 days after my 17th birthday, I went into Woolworths and … Continue reading What’s My Age Again?

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An Inkwell of Tears, A Quill of Pain

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Hey Pop! Wow, it’s been 15 years now, can you believe it? 15 years today since you were so cruelly stolen, but I was okay with it then, and I guess I’m still okay with it now. 15 years and a day since I sat in the left hand side back passenger seat of our red Volvo after school and they told me that the doctor said you would never get better, but that you weren’t going to die any time soon.  I guess those doctors were wrong, huh?  Now that I’m older, I realise there was no way they … Continue reading An Inkwell of Tears, A Quill of Pain

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Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”

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The great puzzle to which Alice was referring was, of course; “Who on earth am I?”, and indeed I agree that the search for one’s personal identity is possibly one of life’s greatest quests.  Trying to work out who exactly you are and just where you fit in starts at an incredibly young age, and although for many people may seem to settle down towards the end of their adolescent years, is a journey which I believe is never really complete until the day we die. So who on earth am I, and why on earth am I here? Kirsty … Continue reading Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”