Sports-ing
I was never a sportsy kid – I didn’t play sports, I didn’t watch sports, I didn’t care about sports – sports-ing was for other kids, keeners. But all that changed once I had kids of my own. My children inherited their father’s natural co-ordination and balance, they were good at any sport they chose to […]
A Sentimental Moment
If I could put the brakes on time I would. I’d stop the clock and hang around for a while longer in this day or yesterday or a year ago. I’d look a little closer at the details, the tiny things that make life sparkle, the glitter. I’d study the stuff that drifts in and […]
A Tale of Two Elvas
My grandmother was fifty-four when my grandfather died. His was a sudden and unexpected death. He left behind a grieving widow and six devastated children. My mother used to share details of that tragic event with my brother and sisters and I every September on the anniversary of her father’s passing – it was a […]
Memories are made of this
We had a lot of stuff to carry; two sleeping bags, two pillows, two yoga mats, a backpack, a purse and an overnight bag; a LOT of stuff. Between the two of us we had a pair of six year old arms and some old gramma muscles. One of us was too excited to focus, […]
Showing up
Judging from my recent Facebook activity one might assume that I have turned into a crazy activist woman – a raging Granny – but this assumption would not be altogether accurate. I’ve always been a little left of centre – a little crazy, but not certifiably so. And I’ve always been sort of an activist, […]