I love a great salad, don’t you? especially now we have all become so creative, so different from the salads my mother used to serve up. A limp piece of lettuce, some sliced tomato, and cucumber, if we were lucky there would also be half a boiled egg. Oh my…
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“Get a bike.” he said Fat Chance, were the words that went through my mind. My doctor had just pushed my X-rays across his desk pointing, osteoarthritis he announced, Get a bike…
This morning I took the time to listen to a podcast hosted…
In 1981, my mother died of cancer at the age of 42.…
“The best part of working with my husband is the confidence that we will get whatever we dream accomplished together.” — Tylynn This resonated with me and sent tingles down my spine when I read…
In 1981, my mother died of cancer at the age of 42. My sister and I were in our early twenties and my mother left us her business. In fact, what she left us with…
They were back again, the two of them huddled together over my photo album of fancy-dress costumes. These two women were the bane of my life, quaint yes, however, they were the type of annoying…
“I am going to outlive you” I was joking with my son as he tucked into a pizza and chips, but maybe this is no joking matter. The sun was shining, sending shards of light…
When was the last time you felt the earth beneath your feet? As a child, I can remember the feeling of walking barefoot on our lawn and later letting my kids crawl on the grass…
‘How long have you been on duty?’ ‘29hours.’ ‘That must be against the law. You should go home.’ ‘It’s just my job.’ she stated. No, it is not just a job.’ I whispered. ‘You must…
