Tea for my Beloved
I went to the fridge, for milk, to finish making tea for my beloved. The milk bottle has ¼ inch of milk in the bottom of it. I look at it, frustrated. I think to myself, “Why does someone leave such a small amount of milk?” There are 4 of us adults in the...
How stories can speak to us, and change us
Sometimes things find us. In trying to find a podcast of a favourite show on the kitchen radio, I got lost within the menu and this came up. Out of curiosity I clicked ‘Play’. And began to listen. And goodness… If you are curious to learn, this is an exploration of...
Playground Lessons
Our children at the time were about 4 and 6. The elder one was pushing the younger one in the swing. It was a joy to watch as the younger squealed with delight, egging his sister to push him harder and higher. As I smiled, I also began to realise my daughter was...
The Fast Car Workshop
I was 18, and looking forward to studying engineering at university. So when a friend mentioned the chance to visit their cousin‘s workshop where they ‘souped up’ cars, I grabbed it. Entering the workshop was teenage heaven: the roar of engines being tuned, the smell...