DEAR TIM MINCHIN

Dear Fisherman, I had decided that this was to be my last blog post and so it has taken a long while to start. When I began the...

Dear Achilles Heel, I am so angry with you. I have been angry with you for a few years... Six years ago, the best way to finish a school...

Dear Tesco Delivery People, Thank you! Thank you for continuing to bring me most of what I put on our shopping list. Thank you for...

Dear Brain, Stupid, frustrating, irrational, fragile, human brain. It turns out to be true what they say about needing to give any...

Dear James Bond (the Daniel Craig one, probably), Tell me how you do it. How do you manage to lead your double life without anybody...

Dear Margaret, This was to be the third of the August snippets, in which I would explain my piano piece for you. Life, however, or death,...

Dear Tim, I don't imagine for one moment that you do know where Alex Mair is. (Or care, let's be honest.) I don't know how well you've...

You have no idea how much I am looking forward to this. The other 3058 fans in the Edinburgh Playhouse will be very happy to be there....

Before starting it, I would have predicted that I would be happy for my Snippet Challenge to be at an end. With so much time spent...

I find it absurdly difficult to try to compose a sentence on a small iPhone with an adult finger. Two sentences together bring about too...

Sometimes I make lists in my head while I run. Sometimes I think of new tunes. The lists are far more likely to be remembered than the...

I wish that I could crochet. This beautiful girl is wearing and holding something crocheted by her dad. Isn't that somehow perfect? I...

I have a new favourite phrase, which seems to require a southern American drawl. I can't beat about the bush with a whole paragraph about...

We took the kitten over the hill this afternoon to go to the vet. We passed at least five convoys, one with fifteen cars...... It seems...

I am making bread again. We have a kitten. There is ingrained earth under my fingernails. I drive my girl to the bus at twenty to seven...

Are your eyes wet Mrs Gillies? Yes they are. This week has seen my eyes wet many times. I have ten classes which I teach the Expressive...

Country roads, take me home, I hummed to John Denver. Home is where the heart is, Pliny retorted. I am homeward bound, Paul Simon wished....

My beautiful girl, You are a teenager now. It will seem a long time, forever, in fact, but it will come faster than you realise. You...

Words in papers, words in books Words on TV, words for crooks Words of comfort, words of peace Words to make the fighting cease Words to...

I had several things on my mind this morning between 2:01 and 4:06 am. 1) It is nearly the weekend, so it doesn't matter that, yet...