I’ve had this post in my head for months, and months. The thought of writing
The sky this week has been like a damp, grey, fuzzy blanket. The itchy kind
The cover of my Grade 8 piano book was scarlet and shiny. It looked intimidating.
This time last year, almost to the day, Tim and I went for a picnic
It is the day-after-the-day-after-Christmas, and I’ve just said goodbye to my sister and packed her