The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, August 17, 2013

None of my business.

Sometimes, I wouldn't know what I know, when people give me what they see as neutral information, but for me carries much more weight. Pregnancies shared too early, how glad they are not to be vomiting, seeing obesity and aware of fertility difficulties. Which all says to me, high risk, not oh-so-happy.

I smile and congratulate and bite my tongue.


  1. Wasnt there a book called The Man Who Knew Too Much? Never a happy situation to be in.

  2. Jenny,
    Not so much not happy, as tricky. I'd still rather know than not know. It's knowing I should not say anything, to people who have made their choices, and must then live with consequences they may not see coming. I can't help, can't change anything, so I must shut my mouth.


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