The lovely Dorothy Rowe on why those little white lies are putting us all at risk in New Scientist:
Lying gives us the temporary delusion that our personal and social worlds are intact, that we are loved, that we are safe, and above all, that we are not likely to overwhelmed by the uncertainty inherent in living in a world we can never truly know.
Source: New Scientist
The last picture I took of my father
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We only have so many days to play this game, only so many days to enjoy our fathers. So treasure them while you can , when my father died 2 years ago a good friend send me this lovely poem by Brian Patten – to all of you who are reflecting on Father’s Day after losing you father this poem is for you.
A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
For as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
For as long as we ourselves live,
Holding memories in common, a man lives.
His lover will carry his man’s scent, his touch;
His children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his arguments,
Another will hum his favourite tunes,
Another will still share his terrors.
And the days will pass with baffled faces,
Then the weeks, then the months,
Then there will be a day when no question is asked,
And the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach,
And the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased,
But will have ceased to be separated by death.
Love you Dad and miss you.
I mentioned yesterday that The Times has reformatted and launched a new website… I love it- but then I’m a sucker for British Newspapers! You may have to sign up to preview articles- although they free for the moment .
Today’s magazine has a great article on 50 years of the Pill. Ah the 70’s !!! Halcyon days, I was in St Matins Art School in London and the greatest danger that my mother perceived for me, was that I shouldn’t accept funny cigarettes from strange men! This was the era of “no bras”. On one particular weekend visit home, bra-less in my fab Foale and Tuffin dress, I received a good talking to from my mother on the danger I was inviting. Did I want to get pregnant? Mother of 4 boys and only one girl maybe you can follow her skewed logic? Oh Ma that wasn’t going to happen I was ‘on the pill’!
it is not so much the existence of the pill that is unimaginable; most of us have tried different forms of contraception, often deciding, usually after childbirth, that the pill may no longer be for us. The hardest thing to imagine, for a relentlessly consumerist generation, is the lack of choice one had in a pill-free world, and the stigma attached to having to ask — beg, even — for access to contraception. link to continue reading
Source: The Times
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The newly formatted Times website is now up and running (although you may have to register to view it). The Mental Health Section takes a comprehensive look at depression.
If you go to your doctor feeling depressed, he is likely to issue you — or your son, your mother, your husband or your boss — with a pale green note that will be a passport to pharmacological contentment. Thanks to his prescription, you or your loved one will join the three million Britons who take antidepressants — maybe Prozac, Seroxat or Zoloft — as part of their daily routine, at a cost of about £300 million to the NHS. continue reading
Source: The Times
