Blog - Unpacking My Bottom Drawer

I grew up on American TV shows like Little House on the Prairie where the kids went to bible class or bible school before church

Moving from small-town Alaska, I craved city life. I wanted to be able to go to museums and art galleries. I wanted to have access

I was never a great one for poetry. I’m haunted by memories of childhood recitations. Having a stammer of sorts means that there are times

I almost missed autumn. I keep forgetting to go outside. I start the day with great intentions but then I lose track of time and

I’m spending a lot of time on my own these days. Himself is away and with no one to talk to but myself, conversation is

Hallowe’en is just around the corner. In Ireland recently, I commented on the huge uptake of this once pagan holiday. I can’t remember a time

For some time, now, I’ve been moderating the prayers on an international prayer site. I don’t decide what goes up – I don’t have that

My ongoing battle with Hungarian customs and my now too regular ransom payments to get my packages out of post office jail continue.

October 1st is now indelibly etched on my brain as the day one of my favourite men in the world breathed his last.

Every now and then FB throws up something that makes me laugh out loud. The space between every and now and then has widened in

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