There was one day when you simply wanted to “go.” Your body would not allow it, nor would the wider world. With effort we booked passage...

First there was nothing.   Actually, that’s a lie.   First there was attraction, then an explosion of life and then it was quiet for a...

There will come a day when I will empty my pockets, pile the treasures that I carry on the table next to my bed, or perhaps in the basket...

They were wild with glee, as only a dad and his young daughter could be. The clamor they made was almost indecent in this quiet place....

There will come a day when I will empty my pockets, pile the treasures that I carry on the table next to my bed, or perhaps in the basket...

Gratitude is my thumb in the dike.   Some days it is all that holds back a huge reservoir of loss. The pressure of grief can be so mighty...

For how many years now? You sat on your end of the sofa. I sat on mine. Never    ever    the other way round.   Your glasses went just...

I cannot help but think as I open the windows to the day and the cool morning air flows in crisp and moist of how from your failing body...

What does a seed think of as it rests in a tomb in the darkness for a thousand years?   What does it feel when at last the air shifts?...