on the edge of ordinary

Me in my comfort zone In the last week or so, I think I've done more writing than editing! It been an unusual period, but I'm not un...

When kids are little we celebrate them being able to walk, to talk, to use a pencil, and to use the toilet on their own. As they grow they l...

I think it's been nearly four months since I rode to the big park to the south of us. I made it there on Wednesday for a solo picnic. I’...

Yesterday I read a chapter in a book that's been sitting on my bedside table for a few months now: Enjoying God: Experience the power an...

Quite a number of weeks ago there were different challenges flying around social media, when some people had a lot of time to spare and time...

March 21 was a wet, cold day this year. It also was a Saturday and, as I often do on free Saturdays, I wanted to bake. So I wrote this post ...

On Wednesday I rode to my favourite large park and enjoyed some time on my own. I read a book, but then words of my own started breaking in...

It’s good to read about other people’s transitions because in the midst of a major transition it’s easy to feel quite at sea and isolated. W...

I wish I could write about some stuff that's been going on recently. There are a couple of elephants in my room that I just can't wr...

Coming back into Australia often feels like a cross cultural encounter. Beyond the obvious cultural differences, it's the deeper stuff t...