Where it hurts

A friend was surprised recently when she could no longer find me on Twitter - I was actually surprised that anyone noticed. I closed my acco...

It's not that I don't finish things, but I do start an awful lot of things, all the time. I was reading a post by the famous author ...

"Who knit ya?" is a phrase which hails from wondrous Newfoundland in Canada. Many of the people who settled there were Scots or Ir...

It's been so long since I've written my blog that I may actually have forgotten what to do. But I have so many words, thoughts and e...

When I was a kid in primary school I remember volunteering to sell poppies for the Earl Haig fund. I knew it was important but in a typicall...

So I had a bit of a wake up call last week. I realised that much of what I write about is on the darker side. Part of me thrives on that, bu...

Someone asked me recently why my blog posts had become so sparse over the past year or so. I humbly and finally admit that it's a classi...