Red Cedar
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Category: Me
Makin’ music.
I started learning how to play the violin when I was just two and a half years old, my mother being a music teacher and all, not a minute of potential was going to pass me by. Consequently, the feel of a fiddle under… Continue Reading “Makin’ music.”
Meaning and death.
The Death of Ivan Ilych seems like the right book to start the new year off discussing – filled as it is with meaning of life questions – the main character discovering (almost) too late that the good things in life are not measured… Continue Reading “Meaning and death.”
Resolve.
It’s the end of the year and am I ever exhausted! So much so that tonight is looking like a big ole relax at home rather than any NYE festivities. I’ve been thinking a lot about the past year and have come to the… Continue Reading “Resolve.”
The perils of passion.
Although Emma Bovary is hardly a sympathetic protagonist, Madame Bovary is still one of my favourite novels. A little melodramatic in spots perhaps, but I assume that is the effect Flaubert was looking for in his condemnation of the new bourgeois and their destructive… Continue Reading “The perils of passion.”
The Family Christmas Card…..
Couldn’t resist the ridiculous this year – because after all, this whole holiday feels as surreal as a houseful of dancing elves. xoxox
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