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In a previous life I worked as an advertising copywriter. I have way too many pets and they are so badly behaved. I love to write but I earn my keep by selling cinema tickets.

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Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Work: 10 of 189

I have just about the nicest job in the world: I sell cinema tickets. Possibly the only bad thing about my job is the uniform. All very well for the tiny girls I work with, but a real squeeze for my fat behind. And low on the hips and not much give. All of which adds up to the fact that I'm pretty sure I show off my underwea...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Struggling with ongoing weight issues: 1 of 16

How often I have avoided the camera at parties and gatherings, or offered to take the photo rather than be in it. Rather than be reminded, one more time, of what I look like. How often my gaze has skipped away from seeing my reflection in the glass fronts of shops or those big, shiny mirrors in public rest rooms. How often I...
Religion & Spirituality > Atheism & Agnosticism Understanding why some people become atheist: 2 of 28

Loss of faith is fundamental to this question, for in order for a person to "become" an atheist, that is to reject the gods, they must first have had the gods in their life. There are any number of reasons for loss of faith, for rejection of the gods. BETRAYAL The overwhelming Christian belief is of a just and loving father ...
Food & Drink > Dining Etiquette Should cell phones be banned in restaurants?: 10 of 139

I thought we were over this whole "cell phones are evil" thing. I mean, come on. Why is having a cell phone in a restaurant any worse than having a teenage boys or a small child in there with you? Frankly, my cell phone is far better behaved than most of the kids I've seen. Most of the time it sits in my bag and no one would...
Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values Why we make mistakes: 11 of 129

We fell into water and learned to swim. Mistakes are a function of learning. The baby who gets up and then falls over just made a mistake. It made a walking mistake. It learned that if you get up you can fall over. It also learned that falling over did not hurt that much and that it could get up again and have another go bec...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Childhood memories: 11 of 111

Summers were longer then, and warmer. Winters were colder, the crack of ice on puddles, the bite of wind, rattling the windows, the coziness of making a cubby under the clothes-horse in front of the fire. Dad watching football, Mum with her knitting. We lived with Mum's mother on a 1/4 acre block with a garden full of fruit ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: End of summer laments: 4 of 22

The nights are cooler now and I can sleep. It takes a little longer for the days to warm and the bite has gone out of the sun. It won't be long now until the equinox and one more summer bites the dust. And one more summer will have passed by and I've still got a wardrobe full of fat clothes. They bulge out of the drawers and...
Health & Fitness > Nutrition & Health Issues Healthy eating: An individual choice or government responsibility?: 10 of 42

Oh wow. Yes. What I really want in this world most of all is Food Police! Forget social injustices and environmental husbandry and the real, actual business of statesmanship, I want my government to stick its head into my pantry and tell me that I have too much junk in there. I want a food census. Forget the economy, I want ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The top 10 things you want to do in your life: 39 of 152

10: Be a daughter. Actually, I already am, but my parents took that risk. They decided to be parents and they had me. They gave me everything they could in life, and although I can sneer occasionally and say "they should have done better" the fact is, they, like most parents, did the very best that they could. They deserve s...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Your earliest memory: 61 of 229

I am lying on my tummy and all around me it's white. It's white and I'm hot. There is something I want but I can't reach it. This frustrates me. My earliest memory has been caught in black and white by Mum's box brownie camera. I'm about two months old and lying on my parents' bed with my toy mouse just out of reach. Obvious...