Windflowers

I lost my expensive Wi-Fi earbuds. I looked everywhere, under things behind sofas, and then in the most unlikely places, drawers and coat po...

I contemplate my life, my purpose. The floor is covered in pieces of dirt.  Life sneaks through our fingers and drops its debris everywhere....

At times, it feels impossible to fix.  The problem beyond solution.  However adept and agile the mind, however, clever and cunning the plan....

A writer’s group fuelled by coffee and biscuits.  An armpit room up steep twisted stairs in a community centre on a dismal estate in Norther...

Went through some of my old box of diaries in the garage and was quite depressed by the groaning complaining tone of many of them.  Adolesce...

My eldest son Nason visited us from Edinburgh last weekend with his four-year-old child, Milo.  Apart from loads of cuddles with my grandson...

We have a family heirloom in our household. It is a collection of the Lady’s Newspaper from the year 1850. Originally it had been carefully ...