Yesterday in the car on the way to a friend's house, I asked Big some more about the swimming gala. To be precise, I asked if she could hear ppl shouting for her when she was in the water. The gist of her answer was no - she was aware that there were some members of her team at the end of her lane … [Read more...] about Unheard cheerleaders.
with apologies to Max Ehrmann. Go placidly amid the blogs and the tweets, and remember what peace there may be in going offline. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Write your posts honestly and clearly, and read others, even the dull and the ignorant, they too … [Read more...] about Desiderata of blogging
I am from the cul de sac, from Black Jacks and paper bags of penny sweets. I am from the ordinary semi that grew and grew to fit in the biggest family on the street, and all the neighbourhood children in the back garden on swings and a slide with a paddling pool in the summer. I am from the nettles … [Read more...] about Where I'm from