Little by little…

...she got closer to the sand. She climbed up the ladder and slid down the slide. She picked up the shovels and poured sand in the tins. She made sand cakes alone, and watched from afar But slowly, let friends join her as she drove pretend cars Once she sat on...

These dreams…of earthquakes and bathrooms?

Oh those great 80s pop hits that randomly get stuck in my head from time to time… These dreams go on when I close my eyes, every second of the night I live another life… I know earthquakes and bathrooms are likely not what Bernie Taupin and Martin Page had...

Back to the grind…

You might think this post is going to be about getting back to work after the weekend…and you’d be wrong. It’s actually about my teeth. When I took Maya to the dentist, I too had my appointment.  The dental hygienist didn’t for once give me...

Pruning, Sowing and the greenness of my thumb…

I’ve been thinking lately about pruning.  Not the kind that happens to your fingers when you’ve been in the water too long.  Not the act of downing those sickly sweet fruits when your internal plumbing is slower than it should be. Not the kind that...