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Hannah Moore
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Don't be a dick
A little over a week ago, my grandfather died. I wasn't there, but my father was. He had been there all week, patiently offering his presence while his father made his final decline, remaining through his periods of distress just as he remained through his periods of calm. Being present when he had nothing to do, and present when he could act, too. It is a labour of love and immense human dignity to witness a dying in this way, and, fortunately, we seldom do it alone, as those who give their whole presence are, in their turn, offered a swelling of the presence of others, and they too, are given a little more. In the best deaths, we build a pyramid of one another, raising our arms in response to an increased emotional need, knowing that while we can never relieve that need, we can bear its weight a little just by being unafraid to hold it.
By Hannah Moore3 days ago in Writers
Hannah's Challenge. Top Story - June 2024.
I joined Vocal two years ago, a prick of enthusiasm beseeching me to throw caution to the wind, pay the readies and have a stab at a long stagnated pleasure. It worked remarkably well. I dipped in my toe, finding the water a little cooler than I had hoped, but as I stood there up to my ankles, I realised it was rather invigorating, and by the time I was up to my knees, it was pleasingly tepid. I dove in and swam out to where others were tossing balls about and wrestling over lilos and proceeded to have a whale of a time splashing about, sometimes missing my footing or getting water in my eye, but sometimes turning elegant somersaults and graceful dives.
By Hannah Moore18 days ago in Writers
Alice
Last night I read the picture book, the one my mother read to me as a child. It brought me comfort, whether from recollections of the warmth of my mother’s lap or from something of the story itself, I cannot say. The story frightened me, I remember, and the ending was all the sweeter for it, as was the glow of the lamp and the shelter of the arms around me. I suppose now that this was the purpose, to cause fear to bubble and swell in a child, all the better to feel the balm of safety after.
By Hannah Moore28 days ago in Fiction
Wisdom Gathered Over Time
It was mid-March, unseasonably warm here in the UK, and I was looking forward to the trip we had painstakingly planned and booked many months before. The route was mapped, the motorhome booked, campsites reserved and even some activities arranged. We had priced and plotted into the small hours and all that remained was to execute a damn fine plan. Things had been increasingly stressful at work, and I was yearning for an adventure. As it transpired, the adventure would be of quite a different sort.
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Wander
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