"Do you want to go back?" he asks me one summer afternoon. We were strolling through a park at the time. I knew my husband wasn't asking about returning to our flat. Back to our teenage son who passed on a walk with his parents. "I could stay here a long time. It's completely up... Continue Reading →
Summer sunsets and burgers with friends
We went out to the Common last night and ate burgers while the sun set. It was a beautiful summer evening with new friends. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
Beyond the gate
Featured image by Jonny Gios on Unsplash I wonder if I should ask him to check his bags one last time. Just to make sure he has everything. But the words stick in my throat. I know he is ready to go. The big wide world, with its adventures and heartbreak, is waiting for him.... Continue Reading →
The Chandelier of Grief, Yayoi Kusama
It was a beautiful exhibition at the Tate Modern. The artist has been living in a mental health hospital since the 1970s. I fight pain, anxiety, and fear every day, and the only method I have found that relieves my illness is to keep creating art. I followed the thread of art and somehow discovered... Continue Reading →
Love is…
My son is off at camp. My husband will be home from work after midnight. I am home alone, reading a book that is moving me to tears. It's a collection of love stories. A crazy Australian writer spent some time on a busy Brisbane street with a typewriter and recorded stories that came walking... Continue Reading →
My goodness, what an incredible show
We are mad fans of Aaron Sorkin. My husband and I have loved his work ever since West Wing came into being and made us dream of noble people and a better world. I also loved studying Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird in high school. Far away from Alabama, in a small city close... Continue Reading →
Memories on social media
The following came up on my Facebook feed today. It was an 8 year old memory. Me: So what are you going to do for your school topic talk this week?Son: What I would do if I ruled the world.Me: Oh I see… And what would you do love?Son: I'd stop all the wars. Our... Continue Reading →
God is in the detail
The devil is in the detail. How many times have we heard that idiom? It's been said often because it's often true. But I reckon God is there too. I worship a God that spoke the stars into being. He is the creator of the vast universe. But this is the very God who also... Continue Reading →
The joy of small things, indeed
The small pleasure of a sweet book and a simple lunch on a hot London day. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
Rummaging through charity shops one afternoon
I spent a wonderful afternoon shopping at charity shops with my goddaughter and her beautiful mum. It was so much fun! I bought a red scarf and an owl purse. And I felt like I was saving the world. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
At the secondhand book fair
Our church in London had a secondhand book fair some weeks back to support TearFund’s humanitarian appeal for Ukraine. I was so encouraged to hear we raised more than £2,000 in donations. But the moment I’ll take with me during my day manning the stalls is a small exchange with a young woman. It was... Continue Reading →
Summertime and sweet strawberries for us
Summertime in the UK means juicy and delicious strawberries. Big, red and soft, strawberries here actually taste like they smell — sweet. They will forever remind me of warm sunshine and cool summers in London. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
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