Just as David Copperfield experienced new things during his fortnight at Yarmouth, so have I. This space houses the tales of my figurative fortnight at Yarmouth. Patterned after young Davy, I write about the beauty, acceptance, fears, surprises, sadness, and of course a few of the Mrs. Gummidges of my life.
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Surprises about Life in the City
When my husband and I moved to the city as newlyweds, I was a little skeptical that I would love it. I was only used to living in rural settings. They felt safe and peaceful. However, I was in for some surprises. Living in the city feels safer. When I moved in, I was very…
“May Our Words Be Kind and Few”
But Mom piqued my interest, and I was sucked in. Less than 10 days later, I had watched most of the 10 days of trial from the opening comments, to witness testimonies, cross-examinations, and lastly the verdict.
What Does It Feel Like to Dance Beside A Heaving Stomach?
TRIGGER WARNING: Poetic descriptions of vomiting. Last night, while visiting at a friend’s house after a delicious meal, I got “the feeling.” The feeling that I was going to vomit. Sure enough. For some reason, I’m a little obsessed with how the flu works. I’m always so amazed how the stomach can regurgitate its contents…
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One Fortnight at Yarmouth 