Nothing Fails Like Failure

Auntie Phyl's Last Months In The Care Home Were Extra Pieces. Age Is Unnecessary. Some Of Us, Like My Mother, Are Fortunate Enough To Die Swiftly And Suddenly, In Full Possession Of Our Faculties And Our Fate, But More And More Of Us Will Be Condemned To Linger, At The Mercy Of Anxious Or Indifferent Relatives, Careless Strangers, Unwanted Medical Interventions, Increasing Debility, Incontinence, Memory Loss. We Live Too Long, But, Like The Sibyl Hanging In Her Basket In The Cave At Cumae, We Find It Hard To Die.

I Actually Remember Feeling Delight, At Two O'clock In The Morning, When The Baby Woke For His Feed, Because I So Longed To Have Another Look At Him.

Nothing Fails Like Failure

Nothing Succeeds, They Say, Like Success. And Certainly Nothing Fails Like Failure.

Some Of What We Read In Classical Literature Is Not Relative To Our Condition, But Then Many Women Novelists And Poets Have Turned It Upside Down And Told The Stories From The Other Point Of View.