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Author Archives: Suellen Grealy
August 28, 2022: Yes, a novel!
WHEN I started doing voluntary work in the offices of the charity War on Want in London in the 1990s, the manager thought I was out of earshot when she asked a valued senior volunteer what he thought of me. … Continue reading
December 23: The 2021 end-of-year letter
I love the carefully selected jolliness of the round-robin letters we find stuffed into Christmas cards. Marvellous holidays, high-achieving children, personal bests, loving family gatherings, cakes that always rise… Usually I’ve already had news of the flight cancellations and endless … Continue reading
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December 14: A few little truths
I fantasize about living in the mountains with big stinky dogs and maybe a donkey. It would be so easy, there are mountains right behind us, and we could easily buy a big, isolated place with lots of land, … Continue reading
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September 22: an uneven year
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
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July 7: 40 years later
On July 7, 1977, 77 WABC radio in New York was a music station that played an endless round of Top 20 hits. I was a 20-year-old driving my parents’ blue Chevy Impala to pick up my 14-year-old sister … Continue reading
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February 22: Behind the bar
There’s an Edith Piaf song that goes, “Moi, j’essuie les verres au fond du café, j’ai bien trop à faire, pour pouvoir rêver”, which roughly translates as, “I’m drying glasses at the back of the café, I’ve got so much … Continue reading
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December 31: the Christmas card apologist
For the past 15 years at least, maybe even 20, I’ve been hand-making the Christmas cards that Joel and I send out. On the whole, I really love doing it, though it’s a project with many parts. I often … Continue reading
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October 26: still here
Our new restaurant has been open for 12 full weeks now, and so far I’ve only really, really, really wanted to slap Joel in the face once. That’s probably pretty good going, don’t you think? It was when I dropped … Continue reading
September 12: Facebook, a memento mori
Before my mother married my father, she worked as a model and journalist, and for a company that handled public relations. From the few photographs that exist of her post-Second World War London youth, it was a time filled with … Continue reading