Ticking…

Thursday, November 14th, 2013

Time is the friend who heals all things. Or the enemy who dries them to dust. Time flies, marches on, drags or stands still; each tick answered by the tock of passing moments. Time is stolen – and once in our possession, is frittered away. Our biggest comfort is spending time. But doing time is […]

Eye of the Beholder

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

It was one of the nights that I spend with other parents who have also accompanied their children to ballet classes. Sometimes there’s conversation, sometimes we’ve brought something to work on, sometimes both. For me, it’s always both – I try never to ignore a nice chunk of writing time. A new gentleman struck up […]

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