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Tact and the Real Message
“I know how you’re feeling,” came a voice from somewhere close, “and I do feel really sorry for you.” And my heart grew and I forgave her words because she is my daughter and this is her best. They...
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Two Visitors
In my village, near the crossroads and under aging willows and large chestnut trees, you will find a brook. And every day most of the villagers go past it; maybe scooting to school, cycling to work or...
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Doing Something
Maybe like me you have come across many articles and posts about depression and anxiety and wondered why those affected seem to need to write about it so much. Disproportionately, almost. I was giving...
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Sizewell
Fifteen years ago today I was at Sizewell Hall, sitting down to a fish and chip supper, when I heard a quiet voice in my head telling me I was about to meet my husband. I was on an away weekend with a...
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The Virgin and the Promise
‘Do to me just as you promised,’ she says. Words from the mouth of a young girl in ancient Israel, a virgin, never married, facing news that would shake her to the core. However, this isn’t the story...
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Not Forgetting Auld Acquaintance
Ha ha ha, this story really does run and run. Many blessings on Chris King and his new wife in the years to come, from all of us here. Glad your best man was canny enough to contact us so that Lily...
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Mum…
I turn in my car seat and look at Joe. He is six and a half now, and one furtive ‘big tooth’ is pushing up behind his first wobbly incisor. His hair is a mousy scruff and his eyes curious. ‘Er, mum……’...
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Don’t stand on the baby!
Anyone who has had children will have stories to tell about scrapes they have got into. The summer before last, my son Joe had a nasty fall. He had been playing in the garden, ran in without looking...
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Still time to talk
Last Thursday marked ‘Time to Talk’ day. For some time beforehand I had told myself that it would be a good day to blog again to get people up to speed with my own health. Then, because of my own...
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Coleridge Dingley White
On this day 140 years ago in Penzance my great-grandfather was born. This makes me an eighth Cornish, which is about as exotic as I get as things currently stand. Coleridge’s father was a music...
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