A Letter from Home

My mother always met us from school with a biscuit or snack. "Don't say a word until you've eaten this" she would say. ...

Friday night, 9:45 pm What a week this has been. There came a point, on Wednesday night, when I ground to a complete halt. I reached the...

1. I was remembering the celebration laid on for Uncle Terry, who died just before Christmas a couple of years ago. In accordance with his w...

A friend knocked on the door today bearing a great dish of beef stew - how wonderful! What with one thing and another, even superwoman has t...

Waiting is an art form in itself. I was taught "waiting" at the convent primary school I went to: standing in line waiting for s...

Today was sunny and bright and cheerful and dry - a sparkling day, full of promise. What a way to start the week! On my way to teach samba...