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 [...]
Who Has The Final Say?
There is a chorus we sing at church that goes like this: "Who has the final say? Jehovah has the final say" Those words have come to mean more to me over these past few days as the accuser of the brethren geared up his armour to war against my peace of mind and my [...]
It's a good day to be drunk . . .
Of Grey Skies and Rainbows
For so many days, it's been grey and wet and almost depressing . . .
The Pledge that Ruined a Nation
We have made vows that we have not kept, now we reap the consequences of our actions.