War wounds and half marathons.

Running is one of those things that comes with war wounds of glory and a need to talk about the last great run. For this, I make no apologies.

Stuff. It happens.

Stuff. It happens. It is what life is made of. Live it. Live it well.

10 tips for a slow day

Some days you really should just stop. You should stay home and not bother with all the things you're so sure are necessary. Busy-ness shouldn't be a prize to be bragged about.

A week is a long time. Three years is even longer.

I continue to be baffled at the decisions of the new government; and if someone could explain to me the weird that was Q and A last night, I'd be ever so grateful.

So, it’s been a while.

The writing may change, but then again, don't all things? Nothing worth keeping stands still, well, not in my mind anyway.

Life. It’s happening as I type.

I haven't been around much lately. Because, well, life. It is happening as I type.

Of sunshine and reality

Do you know what is outside the window? Sunshine.


The theme from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly is playing in my head. Tumbleweeds are rolling.

Roll up! roll up! The election is in town.

Tick, tick tick. An election is coming. Again. While politicians and the media scramble for sound bites the voting public watch on. Who to vote for, how to vote, how not to vote, where

On writing. Again.

Writing is all good and well, but it is, at the end of the day for sharing.