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“Decembers are hard for all the unwelcome ghosts who come to haunt us.” gorgeous writing, a stream straight out of the dark river. It feels like your pen was leading you that morning. thank you for letting us see it. see you tomorrow early doors! xx

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Deep thoughts in the dark about light and seeing in it. Thank you for sharing Lindsay x

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I grew up in a house with no Christmas decorations too, for different reasons, but I remember so clearly the scrabbling for pockets of that feeling wherever I could get at them… trying to bring that sparkle for the children now… x

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Would love to speak to you about this, Layla xx

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Yes, let’s…. 🤔

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This has pinged me on my 6am-ish, nose! My inner parent is wondering how I can fix your childhood Xmas memories to make them more joyful. My legitimate rage wants to give Sylvia's Ted a piece of my mind, yet has me feeling worried at the thought of my child reading my journals when I'm gone. You're already honouring your own chilhood experiences by creating wonderful ones for your own children. Bravo. The random itches! I try scratching ankle ones with my own toes, for reaching towards the itchy spot feels like giving in 🤭

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