Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.

6 a.m. is my time. The boys are still asleep in their cozy beds, dreaming their small child dreams.  They are safe and undemanding. I walk into the living room, half open both sets of curtains and look out on Kingston Bridge, quiet for the moment, asleep like the homeless people living in the arches… Continue reading Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.

Finding your way back

I think we all get lost along the way sometimes.  Well if you put yourself out there and take risks you do.  If you don’t there is a fair chance you never found yourself in the first place. If you are this person, and your life has always been safe and predictable, you probably should… Continue reading Finding your way back