Dried up and sick to death of love…


Well, here it is, February 4th and already I am on the dried up and sick to death of love post. It's from Elton John's song, "This train don't stop there anymore", which has spoken to me ever since it came out, as I struggled through the last years of my marriage. (I'd alternate between…

Vengeance revisited


Suppose you met someone, and they hurt you, and they vanished and you breathed a sigh of relief. And then they turned up again. Cheerily. Unaware of the damage you sustained in their presence. Wanting to damage again. What would you do? Would you seek vengeance? Would you ignore the opportunity to create personal ruin?…

Autumn Leaves


I love this time of year. I love the winds, the walking in the woods, the sight of leaves spiralling down to the ground like the snowflakes that alas must follow. Took Chutney for a walk through out ravine this morning and the beech leaves were floating around in circles, dancing with delight. We really are…

How to kill a friendship


Once upon a time there was a happy girl, one who had the whole world ahead of her.  She met a happy boy, who said he loved her and asked her to marry him.  She ignored the warnings she felt as he said some hurtful things, as she met some of his family, as she…