Selling god

Because I’m in a new place my brain is open to everything, like a child on her first day at school, perhaps looking a little lost. It invites people in. I was in the great hall, talking to a man at a table about laughter therapy and the possibility of … Read more

The hungry frock

I was showing my age yesterday. Yes it surprised me too. The kind of surprise you get at the end of the day when you realize your skirt is tucked into your undies. And as you cast your mind back down the bright corridor of your day, you realize that … Read more

Wise mind on walkabout

At times, like the last few weeks, my wise mind goes walkabout, has nothing to say, or throws up incoherent wise cracks, and crumbling clichés, like curved balls with top spin making them hard to catch. On these occasions it helps to beg, borrow and steal the wisdom of others. … Read more