I was six or seven at the time.  It was an exciting afternoon of watching Dad build a wooden fence in...

One of my mother’s regrets late in life centred on the lost opportunities she had as a parent.  As a parent...

I removed the old doorbell cover and stared at the three connection posts.  The simplicity explained with words in the plastic...

Life likes to use the little things in the day to remind me of the big things I am missing.  In...

I love experiential training. It is hands-on, tangible, and filled with purpose. There is a beginning and a goal. Every...

The tyres were years overdue for replacement. Mid-2022 inspection notes suggested that action be taken. In hindsight, I assume the...

The echo of laughter and tears, excitement and despair, is still replaying as I close my eyes this morning.  I see...

In the cold light of a new day, everything seems vulnerable.  I am not used to the cold.  Dealing with it is...

I love organisation.  I aspire to be organised.  Candidly, while I can describe both, I am not particularly gifted at either.  I like...

Fifteen years ago, maybe sixteen years ago, my father and I unpacked this table saw and began to assemble it...