Short Attention Spans: “Read This to the Sounds of Warm Music,” by Aoife Meagher

Sometimes I think you get off on cruelty – oof, that’s mean. Sometimes I think that it’s this time of year that’s cruel and I should smother all the people I love in yards and yards of hand-knit blankets and crumbly Danish gingerbread and make them wait, bomb-scare-silent, for an all-clear and some clean kindness when winter departs.

Sometimes I am quite alright and sometimes I am not but I’m starting to fancy myself hard as nails – pleasing; untrue. Oh, the cleverness of me.

Cheeky winks – and self-esteem. A winning combination.

Here’s looking at you, kids. You’ve so got this.


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