Dear Rachael, After years of joy with Jamila Mai It’s very hard to
say goodbye. Rachael! making us all grow daring baring our bellies!
Our thighs shaking like jellies, as we shimmied our way to...
In 2008, I was 44. My kids were grown and gone. I was writing my first
novel. I was president of my Rotary Club. I wanted to buy my dream
car. In the previous 23 years, hubby had done all vehicle...
(for Nikki) . I see joy. See how you have expanded until you’re
exploding with all that you’d held tightly contained, buttoned up? I
see confidence. See how what was timid and tentative now t...
You can so you do. Time. Faith. Encouragement. You give yourself in
generous helpings, spinning your blessings into our blessings into
your blessings into our blessings. Oh, I am grateful for suc...
Today, I’m thinking of you, new friend, met for a weekend, those
intense moments of stretching ourselves into expectation, birthing
pains. I find your words here, between the pages, and hear th...
Old friend synchronicity Visiting one, Another arrives out of the
blue. After forty years, there are sympathetic vibrations that draw us
together: joyful serendipity.
How strange that this space that was always filled by you is vacant
now. Some time, I don’t know when, you stopped paying rent and
disappeared. Now the corner where you lived has fallen into di...
I’m part English, part Welsh, part Prussian, part French Diluted by
experiences of generations born the ‘right’ colour. Not even ‘No
Irish need apply’ to tarnish their immigrant dream: ...
