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friendship relationships

As a former, painfully shy, childhood introvert; it’s been an interesting journey to the aggressive friend-maker I now am. Moving to a socially, er…distant… environment like Norway was an especially exciting challenge, particularly since mere eye contact is a hard-won privilege with the average native. Most of these posts are disgustingly fluffy and positive, but if I’m feeling brave, I’ll put the fails in too

  • A Gallery of Porridge Party People

    A Gallery of Porridge Party People

    Mostly we chill, but we do spill out into the night on occasion.

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  • Porridge Club Saved Me

    Porridge Club Saved Me

    So every time I talk about Porridge Club, the mad glint in my eye, and the fact that it has a name ending in ‘Club’ makes it appear as though I’ve joined either a most wholesome or most disturbing cult. If I am quite honest, hearing my own proselytizing about it makes me occasionally wonder…

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  • Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.

    Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.

    I have written about divorce, parenting, and falling in love again, but I have avoided talking about dating because it can read so much like gossip if I make it personal, and it has been a sort of all-over-the-place experience over this past year and hard to adequately sum up. But a former Tinder date…

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  • Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).

    Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).

    It’s clickbait, guys. But it’s also true. Argh. Love. What? Why? And more please. You know the story. The ex husband and I were horribly in love, had twelve excellent years, acquired offspring, and then discovered that we were no longer in love anymore and were left scratching our heads about what to do about…

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  • On being a loud-mouthed introvert

    On being a loud-mouthed introvert

    Whenever I tell people that I used to be a wallflower at school, they laugh loudly in my face and tell me to pull the other one. I don’t blame them (though I can secretly plan to maim them while they sleep). I’m sort of a social Christmas beetle. It’s like a social butterfly, but…

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