Grateful and Guilty

Dear Twilight, You might be a little surprised at hearing from me. Even worst, you might find my letter as part of a pile and not even glance at it with interest, for you it may be just another adulatory missive. But, at the risk of sounding similar to many, many others, let me confess… Continue reading Grateful and Guilty

Sometimes I clutch my head…

Sometimes, even a couple of kids at home can be a handful. They may be doing their own thing and still drive you up the wall. Fighting amongst themselves, playing musical toys with only one key being pushed insistently, making a grand mess with blocks, soft toys and other assorted entertaining contraptions that you bought… Continue reading Sometimes I clutch my head…

Salad Days

“My salad days. When I was green in judgement: cold in blood.” Said Cleopatra, the words put in her mouth by the bard Shakespeare. In language, the phrase denotes a time of youthfulness, inexperience and innocence, enthusiasm or even idealism. So, I thought hard about my own salad days. When was it all? Youth, ages… Continue reading Salad Days