Neil Gaiman, the Bee Keeper
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Have you ever really thought about doors as a construct, a concept? There are many varieties of doors. There are great arched doors, small doors in stature but ever so vast in meanings. Doors whose handles are flecked and chipped with cheap gold paint. Doors with surgical stainless steel grade…
Recently I’ve had my eyes opened to the world of Neil. A very significant person in my life was adamant that I begin a journey down the road that is Neil Gaiman. A Kindle copy of “Neverwhere” was gifted to me. This was my first non paper venture in the realm of electronic book reading. I was…
The wind, hot, moist light a gentle seamstress caressing supple, softly tingling transparent fabrics, weaving a mist filled gown of slumber. Blanketing the dais, enveloping the light as the darkness comes dancing within and all thoughts of her settle, like so many beads of morning dew tickling an…
I’ve been forced to explain homosexuality to my kids (aged 3 and 4) because their uncle is gay. This incredibly difficult and traumatic experience went as follows:
Child: Why does Uncle Bob go everywhere with Pete?
Me: Because they’re in love, just like Mummy and Daddy are.
Child: Oh. Can I have a biscuit?
We’re all scarred for life. Scarred, I tell you.
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