In the middle of espresso prep this morning my eldest wandered downstairs. His voice was hushed against the backdrop of…
As I write, the air is cool and my maple in the front yard glows a fire orange. It’s Fall.…
These days we are walking in are strange aren’t they? I’ve spent the past 2 weeks wanting to write, but…
It’s strange the things we focus on when we are waiting for important news. In that space the news could…
I have a secrete. Last week I spent most of the days in tears when no one was looking. I…
We tend to see things from the middle of two perspectives. We look to the left and then to the…
This week I re-visited a book I first picked up over 15 years ago entitled, These Strange Ashes by Elizabeth…
