On the 30th day in December 1952, a special baby was born into this world. That baby grew up to be the most dashing man I have ever met, and I have met many. That baby became a source of joy and encouragement to the people that crossed his path. That baby became a brother, [...]
Spot the Difference
The long story starts here . . . 'You should pack your bag', Boo of life said while sorting through some papers. 'But I don't know where we're going, so you'll pack for me'. That day (October 27) was my birthday and our 10th wedding anniversary. Boo of life had planned a trip for us [...]
mama like no other! Through the years, every second of the way, even when distance seemed to prevail, she’s been there . . . Through each trial, every heartbreak and pain, even when giving up seemed the only way, she’s been there . . . The first one to smile at me on my entrance [...]
of Gekko Underpants and Contentment
The long awaited day had finally arrived: Bumble Bee's 4th birthday. The night before, Boo of life and I had spent some time decorating the living room with balloons, buntings and honeycomb decorations as a surprise for him the next morning. So much for being born in winter; so far, Bumble Bee has had less [...]
The Fog Within
It was a year ago. We walked out of the house together and stood by the car. Something wasn't right and we both could see it. The windscreen was covered in ice and I knew we wouldn't get far without cleaning it. We had already been through so much together and our exit from the [...]
Of Rainbows and Identity
It was Bumble-Bee's birthday on Tuesday. My amazing drummer boy turned 3. In the run-up to his birthday, every time he was asked what he wanted, he would say "Rainbow cake". At a point, my friends began to wonder what his fascination was for rainbows. "I want 'rainbow' drumsticks" "I want 'rainbow' shoe" "I want [...]
. . . and HIS!
Happy Birthday Dad . . .
My ‘One-Day-At-A-Time’ Life
Happy Birthday to me . . .
Another Shadow Story
I heard a cry from the Queen and turned to her wondering what was going on.
Something about Pastor Chris . . .
Now how many men of influence don't surround themselves with so much bureaucracy that it's easy to have a human earthly contact with them?
Where else can I be vulnerable? Where else will I let my hair down? Where else would I never be ashamed of my weaknesses, except in the company of friends?
Something about my mother
But one day, this woman looked me in both eyes and said: "You and your brothers are the reason I'm still here". Heart. Stop. I think I felt guilty. But then I didn't understand. My guilt should have been gratitude instead.