Journal Entries

There is always a large question mark in my head when the message pops up saying: “Can I PM you?” On the surface it seems

Six hundred blogs. You would think that much writing would be exhausting, but in truth it has been the opposite. Each step sharpened a thought,

Some people walk into a room and it’s as if the lighting crew got there before them. The atmosphere shifts, conversations tilt in their direction,

Stevie Wonder will forever live in my heart as a track that come on while I was having a post lunch coffee with a friend,

Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future. Steve Miller wasn’t wrong, was he? That line has haunted more people than they’d care to

I mislaid my car keys today (turns out I put them in the left hand front zip rather than my usual right hand one…) However,

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. A neat phrase, warning us how even the best plans can go sideways. But

I woke up this morning thinking about yesterday evening. Not in a dreamy, what-a-night way, but the kind where your conscience is clear, and yet

We like to think we’re in charge of who walks into our lives. We swipe, network, mingle and RSVP, all in pursuit of the right

Let’s be honest. Writing a will is not exactly how most people want to spend their Saturday. It ranks somewhere between tackling the Japanese knot