more than 10 minutes with dear jane

 

I was in Kingston interrogating the good first boyfriend, attending a concert Charlotte was singing in.

Dear Jane welcomed me into her home and her heart for a night. I hardly knew her. I had met her briefly several years ago. She is the sister of one of my best friends.

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conscious uncoupling

I have never used a euphemism for divorce. But apparently today there is one.

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getting cosy with the big elephant in the room

 

When I started doing Original Family Portraits, my own nuclear family, as I knew it, was falling apart.

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