Diary, Nov. 25th: (Waffle) Church

Ah, church. We finally went today. I’ve been trying to go — really, I have — but to leave the house on the weekend with two little kids to make them do something we frankly really don’t want to do seemed like an impossible task. It’s hard enough to get out of the house to…

On kindness and Pakistani pudding

I could face my dad dying because I didn’t have a choice. But I can hardly handle the kindness shown by people; the loveliness is too much to bear.