Respect
My dad was a painter and decorator whose mother died of TB when he was five, a year after he and his older and younger…
moments : words : images
My dad was a painter and decorator whose mother died of TB when he was five, a year after he and his older and younger…
I love to bathe by candlelight. It creates such a gorgeous cocoon-like environment. The water, lends its silky smooth warmth to my tired limbs. It…
They had played like puppies all evening; rolled, wrestled, tugged, pulled, licked, smelt, bit and explored. His mouth and tongue an extension of his fingers,…
It's that time of year. Midsummer. With birds nesting, the days long and nights short, all kinds of young animals born, it's a joyful time.…
Four children have been grown and nurtured in my belly. I see my shape formed from this stretch and release over three and a half…
I sit on a seat worn with centuries of use and pray - dear God, please help me. I done feel I have done anything…