It was in his Diary.

It was in his Diary.

I’m holding my Dad’s diary. It’s really nothing very flash, just a little blue hard covered book. The front of the diary is branded with a corporate logo partially covered by a brightly coloured sticker from his favourite radio station. The year of the diary is 1993....
YEP I’m still alive!

YEP I’m still alive!

Come pay your respect – YEP I’m still alive! This week I’ve talked a lot about funerals through the story telling workshops I’ve run. We identified that a funeral is often seen as a most worthy tribute to the persons’ life. But once again it got me thinking…....
Imagine if…..

Imagine if…..

Imagine if our DNA carried the memory of our father and forefathers. Imagine knowing from birth, what they knew. Imagine being born with ‘true’ cellular memory genetically handed down from generation to generation. Imagine the ability to develop that ‘cellular memory’...
Hey. Where’s Mum?

Hey. Where’s Mum?

WHERE’S YOUR MUM? Have you spoken to her today? What if Mother’s Day, next year, this is your answer. “Yeah, I miss Mum. I miss her endless lessons and voice of reason. I miss her judgment. I miss second guessing myself wondering what she’d think. I miss...
Am I too old for Surprises?

Am I too old for Surprises?

I’m standing inside the house, just behind the front door.  I have my hand on the door handle ready to turn it. The little girl inside me has this tingly sense of anticipation and excitement, just like at Christmas, except now it’s April.  It’s Easter Sunday morning....