No need to hurry, no need to sparkle, no need to be anybody but oneself. Virginia Woolf These words once writ by Virginia Woolf have become words to live by for me. When you have bipolar disorder, it comes with its challenges. The depression that occasionally rears its ugly head can be a cumbersome […]
To write a fitting tribute for our Papa, John Henry Richardson, proved no small feat. Not when there are so many beautiful memories and so many attributes to be so very admired. So I thought long and hard about my dearly beloved grandfather, John to some, Dad to his five blessed children and Papa to […]
My grandparents are selling their house and it feels like the end of an era. Theirs is a home in a circle of heritage houses, all double storeys with lattice work on their balconies overlooking the square’s grassy park, once glorious, with a fountain that has long since been left in disrepair and an overgrown […]
Jelly has always meant love to me. Whenever someone close to me has been sick, I respond almost instinctively with a bowl of jelly. Raspberry jelly is my favourite. So it is invariably raspberry. My friend’s little boy is sick and so today I will make him some raspberry jelly to soothe the throat and […]
Reading The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman, I laugh to myself, remembering the kind of youth I was. My mom swears blind I swapped her broken gold watch. Incorrigible and a magpie as a youngster, I swapped anything I could for something sparkly. Much to my fashionable mother’s dismay, […]