by Eugenie Verney | Feb 11, 2020 | Making Waves Blog
It’s Day 11 of my 21 Days of Courage and I am exploring how we talk about death… We didn’t talk about death much when I was growing up. In fact, we pretty much avoided the topic and I was an adult before I attended my first funeral. Both grandmothers had died...
by Eugenie Verney | Feb 10, 2020 | Making Waves Blog
On to Day 10 of my 21 Days of Courage and I’m looking at who called the shots in our house… I’m not sure I had an authority figure as such when I was growing up. There wasn’t any kind of generational patriarchy or matriarchy on either side of my family and our...
by Eugenie Verney | Feb 10, 2020 | Making Waves Blog
Day 9 of my 21 Day of courage and I’m exploring my grandparents’ legacy… I never knew either of my grandfathers — they had died before I was born. Of my paternal grandfather, I know next to nothing: he disappeared, basically. My father’s last contact with him —...
by Eugenie Verney | Feb 10, 2020 | Making Waves Blog
On to Day 8 of my 21 Days of Courage, and I’m back on a beach in Yugoslavia… When my mother went to the beach, it was to swim a little, sunbathe a little, read a little, and snooze a lot. One thing she didn’t do was talk to anyone, apart from me and my father. They...
by Eugenie Verney | Feb 5, 2020 | Making Waves Blog
We’re on to Day 7, I’m a third of the way through my 21 Days of Courage, and I’ve turned on the radio… It’s Sunday morning and that meant just one thing when I was growing up — The Archers Omnibus. Nothing much was sacrosanct in our house, but suggest to...