A parent nestles into the well-worn seat and tells me she can’t remember life before becoming ‘mum’.
I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike. Fear kept me from learning this skill for quite some … More
A private letter to those who have “thrived” during the pandemic.
I sometimes catch glimpses of Annabelle. It’s at random times. In unexpected moments. I ‘see’ her in a busy street. … More
When was the last time you thanked God? And I’m not talking about a token prayer before a meal. I … More
🍂🍂🍂 ‘Do not worry’… Hmmm… Easy to say but hard to put into practice. Sometimes we simply need to let … More
I like talking about ‘God stuff’, digesting food containing cocoa solids, and futilely attempting perfection in all things.
Our lives are full of stories and meaning, but translation can be where we are lost, as the movie proposes. … More