I’ve had a (mostly) good week. I think. I’m not even that tired as I write, but the threads of memory seem to be drifting in the breeze. As good as the week has been, it’s also been a slog, and right now I want to sit on a deck-chair in the sunshine, under bright…
I don’t know how to write this, other than to climb onto my soapbox and plead to the skies to be heard; to have my thoughts acknowledged and recognised – for once not by the people who visit here (because I’m pretty sure most would be in agreement, and if not, the disagreement would at…
Beyond everything, if I were to use one word to explain why I write and how I best operate in life, it is this word – connection (hopefully followed shortly after with ‘love’, but you have to connect with someone, or at least connect your brain and recognition to their humanity before you can begin…
I’ve started this post three times and rejected each as pretentious and silly. I think you’ll read it anyway, because I trust that by now you know that I’ve got something a bit important to say, even if I can’t figure out how to get into it at first (and if you’re brand new, then…
“It takes a village to raise a child” This phrase is so well known it’s almost hackneyed, and gets trotted out when parents receive support from other people, enabling them to better raise their children. Whether it’s hand-me-down clothes, useful equipment, solicited advice, a cooked meal during a frantic time, or the offer of some…
