Happy Birthday To My Beloved Grandson

Today my grandson turns twelve. He was born at two o’clock in the morning on this day in 2004. I held him in my arms barely two hours after he took his first breath. Today, I choose to believe that he absorbed the love that flowed from every pore of my being...

Possessed By Possessions, Or Not?

  What precious possessions would you choose to take with you if you had to flee a house fire? My mother was a child of the 1930’s Depression. Later, as an adult, she lost everything in a house fire except the clothes she was wearing at the time. Perhaps...

In The Skin Of Others

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”  Harper Lee, ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’   I thought of Atticus Finch this week when I came upon a...

Foxgloves & The Forensic Edit

  My neighbour’s foxgloves are late blooming this Spring. ‘I don’t think they’re going to flower at all,’ she told me two weeks ago. She was seriously thinking of pulling them out: I cautioned her to wait. Look at them now; a cascade...

Hillary, Julia and Trump the Clown

    I didn’t watch the debate. I’m too much of a coward. I couldn’t bear to see Hillary humiliated and abused by Trump the Clown. Later, I saw news clips that suggested she’d won hands down and I was hugely relieved because she’s...

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