There’s fewer things in life that I strive to be than a good friend to someone. The thought of that not being the case, plays to my deepes..
I haven’t written a ‘something’ in a couple of weeks. It becomes a lot harder to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, when you haven’..
Anzac Day, 2017. Lest we forget.
On this day in 1914, troops from the newly federated nation of Australia answered the call to fight al..
He didn’t recognise me. But he knew someone was coming to visit. With the realisation that I, a grey haired grandma, had come to see him, ..
It’s nearly impossible to ignore or shed the old traditions and memories that have been so much a part of the fabric of our lives.
As I ran around the river, I stumbled across what looked like a dining table, set atop a platform, with racing car style chairs being hois..
I’m a typical school mum.
We accidently get up later than we should to enable the morning to run smoothly. Most of the time.
Yesterday was not unusual. It began with the customary round of whinging.
“I don’t want my eggs like that. Can I please have runny, not..
Tomorrow, my firstborn will tie the knot.
I think of all that marriage is – the joys and griefs that reach to your core.
I’ve just finished reading an account of spiritual abuse at the hands of the leadership of a large church. Written with a level of grace, ..