DEAR TIM MINCHIN

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. Bu...

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

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 o...

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....

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 agai...

We have reached a place in the scheme of things where it is comfortable to all spend time together, Katrina, Ian, Isabelle and I. We can ...

I am glad that I visited Margaret on Boxing Day - it had been a while, and I had been putting it off. She died earlier this week. It is f...

We arrived at Raigmore Hospital in Inverness at 3 in the morning, on the 22nd of December (2004), two hours after my waters announced it w...

My lovely friend Elaine recently sent me a letter I had written to her from The Train, on the 30th January 1992. We were 20 and I had not...

You took me to a dark place. I hear that you wondered would I still be with Ian if you hadn't have. You asked did I blame you. I am glad ...

I wish you had never been born, she hears, when she dares to take herself there. She won't stay, she won't lay herself bare And she finds...

Better get back to Tim before I get carried away too soon with the angry people. I amended the cartoon that was Chris Madden's cartoon ev...

I was rummaging around this bag of words for songs, staves, keys, accidentals (YOU were not that; you were so absolutely wanted, planned ...