Hello Paris!

After many years of waiting I finally made it to Paris! It was a day trip with my husband, son, and my favourite in laws. I had wanted to visit this remarkable city for years! My first visit was in 1981. I was about five years old. I hardly remembered a thing and desperately wanted... Continue Reading →

The gum tree

"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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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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