Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – The Gift”
A time-lapse portrait of an elderly couple reveals itself through the half-open doorway; each vertical slice shakily, achingly, shuffling to the next.
Gardening is in my genes (I nearly said greens!).
Continue reading “Remote Gardening”
The purchases were carefully placed into every available space of the car so there was no option but to shove our parents in at the last minute.
Continue reading “Living between two Shores”
It’s not been a matter of ticking boxes – been there, done that – but more a time of navigating by intuition and sailing around my heart.
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.
Spending time with my elderly parents is more adrenaline pumping than a roller coaster ride.
As kids we grew up in the shadow of the Korean War