This is why I miss home. This is my grandparent’s farm, but it’s home to me. © Christopher Bird Reproduced here with permission
To cut a long story short my position is … I’m not going. I don’t think. {Anyone who has no idea what a BlogHer conference is can follow the link I left yesterday. Or not. Up to you. Or your could look at the lovely money box below before departing.} This sticks in my craw a…
I type this as Keira sleeps restlessly behind me on the couch, exhausted after a bad night. We hopped off the plane and into a sick nightmare – exacerbated by the cabin pressure on her poor ears, and I feel for her because it always happens to me. Riley barked like an asthmatic hound during…
Okay, so it’s harder to talk about what’s happened over the past week than I originally thought it would be. You might need to wait just a bit longer. My thoughts turn to home today, not only because it’s another day of predicted high-fire danger, but because we fly back tomorrow. ‘Normal’ life must resume….
© Christopher Bird Reproduced here with permission
Maddy has written a post about how her son has shared Surprise! with their local library. It was a joy to read. ****** Dad’s funeral was yesterday. I will try and write something this week about it. I feel like I need to, want to, because (to me) it looked like half the town showed…
“Which one of you is the author?” My sister and mother discretely deferred in my direction and I smiled at the council worker. “Oh! I bought your book. I had to order it through the bookshop. It is so lovely, such a wonderful message it sends.” “Thank you.” Ordinarily, this kind of exchange would have…
My father, Ronald James Browne, passed away a half-hour after my post earlier today. He died just as my plane was beginning its ascent up to 37,000 feet. It was 3.30pm. The cause of death was complications arising from his motor neuron disease; that being, he caught pneumonia and he was unable to fight it….
