A Life in the Making

I am sure if your life and livelihood depended upon a boat to connect you to the mainland, it would fade to the unremarkable and perhaps even to uninteresting...but as I have no such familiarity with boat life (it would be hard to find another place in the world more land locked than Lisbon, Iow...

The other day, whilst browsing round the charity shops, E found a recorder that HAD to come home with us.  As I paid, the woman at the till said, "Oh look at him, he's going to be a (bag)piper.  Must be in his genes." I replied, "Well, maybe, but with an American mother and a South African fat...

At the camp where Kevin and I met, there was a young boy who would come every year for a week during the summer.  He was about 7, had a visual impairment and learning disabilities. He was very sweet and fast became a favourite of all of the counsellors.   One of the things I remember about him w...

In January 2007, Kevin and I started blogging as a way of keeping connected to my family in the US as we awaited the birth of our first son.  The blog went through the ups and downs of having a tiny pre-term newborn, who turned into a high need baby that challenged us in ways that we never knew ...

The last day and a half has been full of a lot of upset.  Personal and professional issues seemed to come all at once and I found myself at lunchtime on Wednesday in a full-blown anxiety attack.  You know how it goes: pregnancy + hormones + the strange vortex that surrounds completely unrela...

I suppose it was inevitable, which is why I wasn't that shocked when I suddenly started sobbing at my sewing machine this afternoon. It had been building for a few weeks, or even months. I'd just wanted to make a small bag to hold the range of plastic carriers that seem to procreate the minute...