Do I really want to live as a wandering nomad with no strings? To be honest, I’m not sure. But there are times when we need to ask ourselves the hard questions around where we live, how we live and who we live with. It doesn’t mean we’re unhappy. It’s just a kind of ‘checking in’ to see where things are at.
Back home, the princess looked herself sternly in the mirror and decided it was time to get serious… The first prince she brought home was tall, dark and handsome – exactly how she hoped her future king would appear…
Up, down, up, down, in and out, and roundabout. Yep, it’s one of those mornings. Like many writers, I spend an inordinate amount of time griping about the fact […]
One of the things that I love about writing (and there are many, including just the simplicity of sitting down with myself, my thoughts and a mug of coffee) is the chance to explore aspects of myself that don’t get much of an outing
There are times when there is magic afoot that we barely notice let alone comprehend, unless we’re attuned to its presence.
I might wish I was a pond-skater – with its lightness and delicacy – but I guess I’m some kind of a benthic organism, perhaps a starfish at best.
‘That’s life!’ Seriously? Whoever first uttered that phrase was in serious need of imagination.