December 4, 2015
Quietly, one Sunday premium
It was after church one Sunday when she slipped quietly into the seat behind me. I sensed that she needed to speak, and to be heard, so I excused myself from conversation with others around me. She began with an apology for missing Bible study the previous week. She’d planned to let me know before our group met, […]
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November 13, 2015
Truth or fiction? premium
As a child I loved to lose myself in the imaginary worlds created by my favourite authors of children’s fiction. I didn’t need to travel anywhere; just by picking up a book and reading, turning the pages one by one, I discovered exotic places, long-ago eras and distinctive characters who had adventures, dilemmas and abilities […]
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Running on empty premium
The other day I drove to a friend’s house. She lives some distance from me and since it was a brisk shining day and I wasn’t running late, I chose to enjoy the warm light and the drama of capricious spring clouds darting across the sky, allowing my mind to slow down—to stop rushing. Somehow, this […]
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October 9, 2015
Mess, massage and metaphors premium
I don’t often have a massage, but I had one for an hour a few days ago. And as usual, I remembered why I should have them more often; somehow I always forget how quickly Harry finds everything that hurts. Harry is a middle-aged masseur who, while short of stature, is big on strength and he pushes, prods and probes […]
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September 24, 2015
Of capitals, books and gods premium
Occasionally I get paid to be a pedant. That’s pedant, not pendant. It means I get paid to notice small errors and inconsistencies in language usage that others don’t notice or aren’t bothered by; a useful habit for an editor, but an annoying one in just about every other way. Just ask my kids. If I were a […]
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September 18, 2015
Letters to Emma #6 premium
This is the sixth and final post in a series about grief and my experience of it after the death of my husband Paul 4½ years ago. Each post is written as a letter—a letter to Emma. I’ve done it this way for two reasons: visualising an audience of one has helped me to write about what […]
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September 5, 2015
Letters to Emma #5 premium
This is the fifth in a series of posts I plan to write about grief and my experience of it after the death of my husband Paul 4½ years ago. I will write each post in the form of a letter—a letter to Emma. I’m doing it this way for two reasons: visualising an audience of […]
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August 28, 2015
Letters to Emma #4 premium
This is the fourth in a series of posts I plan to write about grief and my experience of it after the death of my husband Paul 4½ years ago. I will write each post in the form of a letter—a letter to Emma. I’m doing it this way for two reasons: visualising an audience of […]
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When in doubt, follow the instructions… premium
Every now and then, and apparently out of nowhere, a question will flit into my mind. It might not demand much attention at first, but when something unexpected reminds me that it’s there, I tend to take more notice. Exactly this kind of question arrived in my mind on the second of January last year. […]
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