Never has so much money been owed by so few to so many. Saturday, 26 March 2011. The Clever Child Fool Blair. Blair would have been the hero if he had exposed corruption instead of being part of it; trying to be the smart guy seeming to save British jobs. You can only be Robin Hood when you are Robin Hood and not when you are in fact a sheriff, benefiting everything you do. Thursday, 24 March 2011.

Celebrating beauty as art in the everyday. Wednesday, June 10, 2015. But God Meant it for Good. An unrecognizable emotion flounders deep in my mind and heart. It inks my dreams turning them into anxious foreboding. What sort of creature haunts my inner being? Upon description my husband places a moniker that seems correct. But, to a rose-colored min.

Friday, February 16, 2018. Are they talking about me? Page 239 was the clincher. Change the name, and it is me. It reminded her of trying to be friends with an ex-boyfriend. That studied casualness of your interactions. The fragility of your feelings, the awareness that the little quirks of your personality were no longer so adorable; they might even be just plain annoying. Tomatoes, wherefore art thou? Inside my head, I tell you.

Excuse me for getting it right the first time. Sunday, April 04, 2010. The traditional Easter Morning coffee cake has been baked and eaten, accompanied by numerous cups of hot coffee. I beat L at TWO games of Wii bowling! WE are hosting Easter Dinner.

Friday, December 11, 2009. If this is a mute swan -and maybe someone can tell me whether it is or not- then it is apparently the property of Her Majesty the Queen.

Reflections on finding God in everyday life. Friday, 16 March 2018. Midwife and Palliative Care Specialist. I am about to do a new thing;. Now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness. And rivers in the desert. As a hospital chaplain, the two areas I spent most time in were the Maternity Unit and the Palliaive Care Unit. Sometimes, in the maternity unit, new life emerged in a wail of protest, sometimes it slipped in calmly, with a sense of timeless wisdom.

Monday, January 28, 2008. Frequency of posts and technological savviness aside, if you have a Facebook. Account, I highly recommend reading this article. To whom you have never given consent.

One summer in the early 1980s I lost myself and my summer camp campers in the woods overnight. Novice compass skills only added to our lostness as we kept orienting our course from our position. I was a teenage counselor-in-training at the time and the experience has become a metaphor for my faith. Monday, August 9, 2010. And a departure from the bunkbed the kids shared in our old house.