A few years ago, when the earthquake damaged roads of Christchurch reflected my inner being, a friend lent me his compass. Continue reading “Life Intersections”
It can’t be fixed
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was. I want to return to when the sun shone every day; when he was strong; when I could call out “Dad can you fix this?” But for the first time in our lives, he can’t. So a fog has settled on the household. Continue reading “It can’t be fixed”
Solo Travel – Anxiety
Catching planes and trains is something I’ve done since birth so you’d think at my half a century I’d be well used to it but … Continue reading “Solo Travel – Anxiety”
Solo Travel – Brussels
I’m self-conscious in my red shoes with a dog bite chunk out of the right heel
