Written as 2019 came to an end. Who would have imagined 2020? The last few days have been spent drawing

The time has come to distribute her things. Leaving no will, only vaguely indicating her desires, she has left us

I must have been two years old when my dad’s older cousin and his family returned home after some years

My number crunching brain insists I acknowledge it. I started posting on this blog turned website a year ago today.

(This is a snippet that Facebook kindly reminded me of earlier this year. It was written a few years ago

Twenty four years ago, my husband had a cupboard made for me as a gift for our first wedding anniversary.