Family History, Musings, Poetry

Goodbye, Dad

Our Dad - no words can fully describe the loss that will be felt for years to come if not all our lives. Though we know it's a blessing that he can now be at peace.

Musings, New Zealand, Poetry

We knew a dog named Blue

During winter's wetter and cooler days, photo sorting seems a constructive way to idle away a few hours. One such day, I came across an image of an old mate who wasn't very photogenic.

Life at No.22, Musings, Poetry

One Foot After Another – Breathe

Some words and thoughts pass quickly; some linger in a walker's mind as she strides past.

Family History, Musings

Childhood’s Weirdness and Wonderment

I am not sure about you. I admittedly did some weird stuff as a child