Here are some more words from the fiction I’m working on that might be called “Deedwell”. This is a bit where the main character is reminiscing: Because the old is gone. The past – behind me. And that past was once young, and once that past was the future, and then that past was the present itself, and so each moment […]
Deedwell: A Fiction in Progress – 1
How can Hope remain when it is sucked away? Slowly twisted. Squeezed and drained away as Fuel. Liv arrives in The Only City joyful to have a future to be alive in. Her past now behind her. In this new world, there is no need to consider past or history, for in The Only City it is Only the City […]
Righteous, dude.
I just found out that the other day my youngest daughter, who is 8 years old, whispered to my very good friend : “You are a terrible mother!” Well it may not have been exactly that blunt, but it was along those lines… Then she leaned in further and backed it up with her own […]
Changing the World
A dear little boy lying still and pale, face down on a beach. Dead. Like many, I was shocked by and tearful about this image in the newspapers and online. Generally, I avoid bad news. I know myself and I’m overly-sensitive to it. Plus I figure that by watching the news I can’t know what’s […]
Finding Home and Unpacking
My Dad was a refugee. Like the many refugees from Syria we have been watching lately on the news reports, my Dad’s family also travelled over vast and dangerous distances to find a safe place and provision. His family had a home with an orchard in Poland. It was taken from them during World War II. The family were evicted […]
Why be Freaked Out When Jesus is Around?
Could Jesus swim? He didn’t mind the water, did he… He could even walk on it in the middle of a storm. So I guess the water is much the same as the ground to him if he wants it to be. But for me, when I prepared to do my first open-water triathlon earlier this […]
My Husband is Snoring
I finish my breakfast and tidying up the kitchen and come back to bed this morning to write… And there’s my husband snoring. He and I got together as teenagers and we married each other young. That was almost a quarter century ago. Sometimes late at night, when I’m really wanting to get to sleep, his super-loud […]
Me as Mother
Virtuous and Terrible. That is me as Mother. Since I have become: “Mummy………. Mummeeeeeeeee!” Demanding and demanded. Giving and totally spent. Usually, simply because of the comparable percentage of time spent alone with them, it’s me and not their Daddy who bears the brunt of our children’s excessive delightfulness and sheer selfish rudeness. I discover […]