The feud began when Elby scurried out from beneath the sofa one evening and was startled to find me still sitting in my chair. I wasn't so much startled as horrified, but had I not gasped like a Victorian lady in need of her smelling salts, I don't think he would have paid me any mind.
Struggling to juggle life's many loads but unable to give any of it up? Perhaps what you need is a life upgrade!
You can be sad when Summer comes. It's harder to admit though. Everyone else seems so caught up in the lighter nights and plans for holidays to exciting new places. Outside birds are nesting and temperatures gradually climbing, but inside your heart still huddles against the Winter winds. Take heart, tired soul. Come to the Psalms with me.
The institution is 456 years old, it has millions of pounds in assets, it fights for social justice at home and abroad, it has some degree of political influence. There can't be many people in this country who are not aware of it in one way or another. But why do you stay? Think deeply … Continue reading To My Church of Scotland Friends
It was -7c in the night but now morning is here and the frost lies scattered like ashes. It's Thanksgiving Day. beat-beat-breathe. beat-beat-breathe In the early hours I held her hand, bones wrapped in bulging veins and parchment skin. She closed her eyes and asked me every thirty seconds of that blue-light half hour to … Continue reading Frost
My mother says that sometimes, being Glaswegian and all. I think I may petition for it to become part of the jargon of the Church. Of course, a muckle is preferable to a meikle but a meikle is better than nowt. For those who aren't familiar with this age-old phrase, here is a translation: ~ … Continue reading Mony a Meikle Maks a Muckle
On August 11th 2011 an email of a smiling family arrived in my inbox with the heading Rejoice with Us. The family had just had a little girl and I had just said goodbye to one. It turns out that loving someone makes no physical difference. Loving someone does not stop the curse. Loving someone … Continue reading Death May Only Borrow
I have a confession to make. I don't want to say it out loud because then I have to admit that there is something going on. But I know fine well that I need to learn not to be so proud so here we are. You know when I say that those silent periods (like … Continue reading Confession
The Rebelution is no longer just a teenage rebellion against low expectations. Because we are rebelutionaries, we rejected the Neverland nature of our generation. The inevitable yet desirable has happened: we have grown up. And everything has changed and nothing has changed since we first began to walk the Rebelutionary Road
There's something I need to tell you and it's very important. I need you to know this so listen carefully: I am broken. Yes, I know you know. We all know that all of us are broken but I need to say those words to you now and I need you to hear them and … Continue reading I Am Broken