Ignorance is bliss, until it is not
Dear Tiny Lump, Oh how I wish I had a time machine. That last conversation with Dickie still really hurts, even if I was the one doing all the hurting. Nothing feels more final than the wrong words spoken in the heat of a moment. No wonder James 3 speaks so boldly about taming the […]
We’ll always have Paris
Dear Tiny Lump, I wish I could say I’ve been silent for two months because I was off having the time of my life. But the truth is… it’s been quite the opposite. I’ll get into that a bit later. First, in the spirit of the 2025 Roland Garros lighting up Paris once again, how […]
I was too busy dying, to care about cancer
Dear Tiny Lump, It’s becoming increasingly clear that you have no intention of leaving my side. Oddly enough, I’m getting used to you being here – almost like a strange case of Stockholm Syndrome. I still tell myself you can’t be cancer, but looking back, maybe I always knew you were trouble. Maybe I was […]
Tiny Lump, you’re not invited to Paris
Dear Tiny Lump,
We are now in the waiting, and to be honest, I’m actually managing to put you out of my mind. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself…
The day I met Tiny Lump
Dear Tiny Lump,
I thought it only fair to write to you. After all, you’ve barged into my life and changed it forever – so we might as well take a trip down memory lane together.