Sometimes it really was a run – down School Road once the morning bell had gone, up School Road as you raced back with your friends.
Other times it was a walk, a scoot, a dwardle and a climb.
I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still
There is a grief that runs all the way through motherhood.
The grief in going up to the loft to exchange the 0-3 month old baby-grows for the 3-6 month ones, the grief of withdrawing the breast and saying: “No more,” the grief of a child’s first day in school. Continue reading “I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still”
Why I love funerals
Sometimes the best things are those that we stumble upon.
It was never part of my plan to play the organ for funerals, but it just so happened that I became a church organist because I could play the piano and there was a vacancy on the organ stool. Continue reading “Why I love funerals”
Farewell Birmingham Post
My last day at the Birmingham Post was Tuesday 22 December 2009. I slid out on a farewell blog like Santa on his sleigh. Here is my heart-felt post, with added pictures, which was published in the Birmingham Post that day.
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