One more sleep!

Can you remember being a child, on Christmas Eve? The excitement, the anticipation? The day seemed endless, and the thought of tomorrow, and all it would bring, made it impossible, to sit still, eat or think clearly. Well today is such a day for me. Tomorrow, after an absence of almost three months, my eldest … More One more sleep!

Results!

I feel unwell. I am not physically sick, but my body is full of imaginings. My heart is racing, my stomach is upset, and I have a blinding headache. Up to a few minutes ago I was okay. I was feeling happy, and even a little relieved. Then my big strong son, who will always … More Results!

Holiday reflections.

I am back from my wonderful holiday, I am refreshed, I have enjoyed every minute. I have also learned a thing of two about myself. Lesson number one is, I have too much rain drenched blood, roaring through my body, to cope with temperatures of over 90 degrees. My favored phrase for the holiday, repeated … More Holiday reflections.

The missing link

A part of me is missing, each and every day. I have tried to “get over it”, and to forget about it, but it is a feeling I cannot dismiss. I am the mother of four children, but one of them is not at home. She is away having a wonderful time, holidaying working in … More The missing link

Freshly Impressed #1

Forget Freshly Pressed. Instead I’d like to introduce you to “Freshly Impressed”. These are a selection of posts, which I, as an ordinary blogger “liked” on wordpress. Posts that really moved me, or made me laugh. Posts that have lived on past the initial read. So here they are my first bloggers to be Freshly … More Freshly Impressed #1

Today is THE day.

Today you woke up as usual ready to greet another day. For most or you today will not be one you will ever recall. For us we will never forget it. As I sit here an amazing journey is beginning. Somewhere many miles away in the United States, a young woman is leaving her home … More Today is THE day.

Seeking sanctuary.

Daily Prompt: Stranger in a Strange Land. Every time I see an immigrant, struggling to speak English here, I think “This could be their story”. It is a story I first read years ago in our local paper. It is a story I have never forgotten. The narrator was a mother of one child. She … More Seeking sanctuary.