For a long while, coming back here daunted me, I'm not sure why. But I'm here. And so are you. Hello again my friend.
A couple of weeks ago, we went round the roundabout twice as dad tried to work out how to get to the drop-off zone. Two hours parking in our hometown bought us a five minute drop off at the airport. It was a case of getting the bags out of the car, hugging him, then leaving. He didn't look back. I think I might have cried if he had.
Not all of us enjoy discussing the weather and the state of the roads. But what if small talk really did have a purpose? What if...what if it actually mattered?
Oh hello again. Happy New Year.
An unusually chatty post featuring a potentially endangered brood of moorhens, the Irish Referendum results, the Duck Principle, and some odds and sods about writing and platform building. Not one you want to miss.
It's cold. And wet. And miserable. So let's talk about something warm and lighthearted for a change. Here's my five favourite teas (with bonus honourable mentions!).
A brief thought I wrote just over a year ago. It's hard to believe that much time has passed, and all that came between.
Struggling to juggle life's many loads but unable to give any of it up? Perhaps what you need is a life upgrade!
'He really wrung that text dry.' In the days and weeks that have followed, I've pondered that phrase, the concept of wringing the text dry. So often sermons say so much less that they could because of the constraints of time both in preparation and delivery. What did this man mean? How did he mean it? And is such a feat even possible?
This was never not going to be an awkward conversation girls. As a rule, I don't really talk about dating and relationships but I was thinking back to a conversation with a friend in which we were joking about methods of shutdown that girls use and it made me realise that among all the myriad … Continue reading Building Up and Turning Down