Accepting the Unacceptable

Time Sneaks Up On Us All - The cost of caring The Philosopher It’s late. Too late. As ever my intention of getting to bed earlier fails. The number of ‘just do this’ or ‘just do that’ sucks away the time. But I’m there finally. It’s late. The lamp glows and the sounds of rain...

Writing For Your Life

It’s grey, pouring down. The whole house is surrounded by the echo of rain, running down gutters, falling on leaves, roofs; the splash and hiss of cars as they sweep down the streaming road. Everything shines as more and more rain falls onto an already soaked landscape. It’s like November. I wake in the night...