Holding On and Taking Hold

Like lighting a touch paper. Any little thing wrong and I lose it. Beware anyone who washes a dish not quite to my liking, or forgets something I’ve asked them to do, or leaves socks stuffed among the sofa cushions. I’m angry about petty things. Is it hormones? Am I losing my mind? Or, is…

Sewing Lessons

I’m making another dress. I’m not the fastest dressmaker. If it’s a costume to be worn once or twice I can improvise and make-do something fast, but a proper item of clothing to be worn not as part of a performance or any kind of joke takes a bit more time and care. I read and…

Take the trail

About an hour from here there’s a nature park we like to go to. It’s on a thin piece of land that stretches out into the Bay of Fundy. It’s not far away and it’s free which are always reasons for a place to be popular in our family. There’s a road around the park and marked…

When things go wrong…

After writing my post about getting God’s perspective only yesterday I promptly fell into a proverbial hole this morning, complete with cement-filled boots to weigh me down, over a leaking toilet and a car that needs fixing for the third time in as many months. ‘Why doesn’t anything go right for us, Lord?’ Those words went through my…

All part of the plan

My worst ever interview was when I was age seventeen. I wanted to be on television, a Blue Peter presenter (!) ideally, and live in London.  At the time I was adamant I would not consider going to university despite encouragement in that direction from parents and teachers. I read about presenters who had worked their…