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.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death... It feels as though it shouldn't happen on sunny days and yet it inevitably does. People seem to make a point of passing away under … Continue reading Holy Sonnet X
My parents done good. As one of the few who have first-hand experience of being raised by them, I stand by the truth of this statement. Yesterday marked a rather significant day in my life, one which was probably pretty memorable for my parents. So in honour of the fact that they have never given … Continue reading 22 Things My Parents Taught Me
"He calls everyone brother, it's so weird." "I hardly know her and she calls me brother." "I find it so weird that he calls people brother, we're not American." I'd never heard a man call another man brother in real life until a good few years after God brought my family into the Reformed church. … Continue reading In Defense of Brotherhood
There are a lot of memes going around about this year. Memes about this year going around, that is. Some of them are actually quite funny. No one can deny that it has been a rather peculiar year for everyone. So in light of all the sadness, strangeness, and semi-unexpected nonsense going on this year … Continue reading Onwards and Upwards
Just for a change, I'm going to post a few excerpts from my notebook. I keep a little book which fits in my pocket and when I find nice words, I pick them up and slip them between the pages for later. Here are a few: I smile and tell myself along with everyone else … Continue reading Notes From My Pockets
It's a couple of years since I wrote this but I found it in my notebook while clearing out the other day. It's an adventure I think of often and with mixed feelings. * * * Breaking the rules always causes pain or discomfort further down the line. The rule was this: Don't get … Continue reading Meeting Hizkia
It's sort of snowing outside but it's warm in here. The table is slightly wobbly. They all are, it's one of the quirks of the place and the reason we usually sit on the sofas in the corner. Savinni's is my favourite. It has been since I first came to Dingwall all that time ago. … Continue reading Partly Accident, Wholly Grace (testimony part 2)
It had just started to snow that soggy, icy kind of snow as the Inverness train pulled out of Haymarket Station. I wasn't going to Ness though, I was going home and that line in itself is telling. It is also telling that the first thing I did when I sat down was stare … Continue reading Marvin K.
To the Lovely Young Gentlemen with whom I am delighted to be acquainted, Listen up lads, there's something we need to tell you: Thank you. Your mothers raised you right. We girls often complain about how hard it is not to be a feminist and how we get made fun of or even pitied because … Continue reading To All The Lovely Young Gentlemans