A requiem to mince pies and a to-do list for my novel.
Almost back into routine. Phew. Sort of. There is something nice about the holidays after Christmas: most of the benefits (pretty lights, mince pies, and hot chocolate, time with family)…
The morning after the month before.
I love the idea of a reset and a reason to make fresh plans, but I’m too tired for awesome now. Two and a half hours after I woke up…
We didn’t want our children to believe in Santa. Right or wrong?
Although our children got stockings, we always made it clear we bought the contents. We wanted them to trust us about things we did actually hold to be true, later…
Reindeer on roses and whiskers on kittens…
Three of my favourite things that would surprise younger me… Teenagers I used to be terrified of them, even when I was one myself. But they are far less intimidating…
Canine proverbs, Riverdance, and keeping up the tension in my novel.
Eight days later, Pepper is still a walking miracle, though she’s supposed to be on bed rest. Try explaining that to a dog! However, she should however be putting on…
A doggy miracle.
I think I’ve just experienced a miracle, which answers my theological question of the week. Was it reasonable to get my church group to pray my 11 1/2-year-old dog didn’t…
Soo…
Good week. I think. My youngest has forgotten how to print out his homework, so have had daily emails threatening detentions. On the plus side, he’s now allowed to use…
As the Sparks Fly Upwards
Last night, I went to a book launch. This is the sort of thing I’m supposed to do now as a publishing magnate, but a. COVID’s got in the way…
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