On Reflection, Writing


This week’s Post-40 Bloggers’ writing prompt is about surprises, and I remember attending an Anthony Robbins conference, a few years ago now, where he asked for a show of hands from those of us who liked surprises. Many if not all hands went up.

Tony called ‘Bullshit’ and explained most of us only liked surprises that were welcome. For instance:

  • Walking into the local supermarket to do the weekly shop, it would indeed be a surprise if all the staff were walking around butt naked covered in mud. (Imagine the mess all up in the soft fruits aisle.)
  • Or calling in the plumber to fix the small nuisance of a dripping tap to find out your newly fitted kitchen was, well, badly fitted and the whole thing needs to be re-done. Only the original builders have “dun a runner, mate.”
  • Then there’s rocking up at the doctor’s office for a pat on the back for getting your cholesterol down to within acceptable limits… to be told you have breast cancer. SURPRISE!

And I had accepted Tony’s wisdom until a recent conversation with one of my daughters illuminating that, good or bad, some people just don’t like surprises. My clue in her case was when she said:

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EDP Column, On Reflection

You can only take five memories with you

On the writing magazine I run, we recently set a writing prompt which has provoked more of an emotional response than any other we have set in the past. The premise is: “You are being shipped to an island, but can only take five memories with you.”

I have sat down several times to tackle this writing prompt but, like many others, soon sit back from the screen realising, “Gosh, this is hard.” I started again this weekend by making a list of every notable moment in my life. These moments currently fill a large notebook, so Lord only knew how I was going to pick only five.

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Happy anniversary to me

Happy 59th birthday and, of course, 19th wedding anniversary Bronnie. It still makes me laugh that we got married on your birthday. Do you remember I wasn’t going to tell you even? I wish I could remember now who counselled that as fun as it might be for me to give you a surprise wedding, just no. They were right, you always did love the run-up to one of our legendary parties.

And our wedding day was such a great day, wasn’t it. So great most people forget that it rained buckets on that 11th day of June in our English country garden. A slight kicker given we had a panicked day before that the weather was so hot the marquee might melt on our guests. Got to love that English weather.

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My daughter, Morgan, at 21

Not going to lie, I have found it incredibly hard to write this tribute to my daughter, Morgan, on this her 21st birthday. Usually words would have been formed maybe a week beforehand, but here I am at roughly 6:00 am on the day of her birth with a mostly blank screen.

And I don’t know why.

I go to start and the years that have passed since I gave birth to Morgan Cynthia Fargo come crashing down and stifle my words.

Morgan Fargo with Robbie, Tess and HartYes, I could reiterate the beauty of Morgan. Her different and measured way of seeing the world. Her fierce loyalty where she places her love. Her strong sense of family and family ties. The deep love she has for her siblings Robbie, Tess and Hart.

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