Category: Personal

My father has died. The relationship is still a disaster.

Musings on a beautiful decision.

She wasn’t just a cat. She was the supreme ruler of my home for almost 15 years.

The strange effect of receiving a box of memories from my deceased mother.

They say Macca walks on water. Maybe so.

The contrasts of experiencing back to school as an adult teacher are harsh, and for me, not worth the effort.

Tolstoy lives on in my living room.

Gratitude and appreciation are not the same. I’ll take appreciation any day.

I’m an inept gardener, but I’m still encouraged by Voltaire.

Missing my mother on Mother’s Day, and the other 364 days, too.