think about it
Your cart is empty
Visit The Shop
Monday 20 March 2017
Life Memoir

memoir: particles

Emma Brooker
No comments

None of it matters. The plastic, the gadgets, the high glossed magazines; the heels with the right brand name, faded out on the soles, from all the running you do to keep in front. Things obtained to make life easier, dull a pain, stroke an ego; to make you feel like you mean something while you hurl…
Read more

Monday 20 February 2017
Featured Memoir

memoir: the blister

Emma Brooker
No comments

It was a painful blister, on the arc of my right foot. It was one that had stopped me wearing closed in shoes for a week. It was red raw and puffed up and as big as a 20 cent piece. It had happened as all good blisters do. Having fun. My husband and I…
Read more

Wednesday 7 December 2016
Memoir

memoir: she

Emma Brooker
2 comments

  Thinking about it all, every last drop of it. She kind of died in a way, without actually ceasing to exist. Without a funeral. Without a kiss goodbye. Not a black dress in sight. Instead, a slow, heart-breaking realisation she wasn’t who she once was and never would be again. Dead, at least to…
Read more

Wednesday 30 November 2016
Health Memoir

memoir: the bottom of the hill

Emma Brooker
3 comments

  Hills and more hills as far as the eye can see. On the outskirts of town, they ebb and they flow. Looking like a far off distant land you could easily explore and conquer like a Burke and Wills expedition. Why is it you feel like screaming and crying and dying as you walk…
Read more