Once again, my Homeland Holidays have come to an end, and I am slowly settling back into life in The Heartland. And, oh, how my…
Yesterday was the 4th of July, which means Independence Day in America. And that means parades, barbeques, fireworks, and for some of us, Fun Runs!…
My primary 2022 goal is to “seek answers, solutions, or improvement for life, the universe, and everything” – a goal set in part because 20+22=42.…
My mother’s funeral was yesterday. It began with a Rosary and ended with rifle fire. Just the way she would have wanted it. It’s still…
Trigger warning: This post recounts my time with my mother in the last hours and moments of her life. It might be an upsetting or…
I arrived home from my homeland holidays last week and have finally managed to finish unpacking and organising all my luggage. It was a bit…
My mother died on Monday, 24 January 2022 and I have missed her since her last breath left her body. I will miss her forever,…
Today is the Lunar New Year, marking the Year of the Tiger. This is an important “zodiac” sign* for me because I was born in…
It was inevitable, as they say. COVID19 has come home. I mean, it’s not come to my home, but it came to my youngest sister’s…
I built my first gingerbread house today, and I loved it! Not least because I built it with my darling Godson, whom I’ve not seen…
I have been off on my Homeland Holidays the last couple of weeks, and am now home in Scotland settling back into my daily routine.…
One hundred years ago, in 1918, Opha May Johnson became the first woman to (officially*) enlist in the United States Marine Corps. Back then, women were only…
And with that, my Homeland Holidays have come to an end. Yes, after two (and a bit) weeks in America, I am now back in Scotland; back…
Today, I became a Godmother. Again. This time, to my wee nephew, Cameron. And whilst all of my Godchildren – and indeed, all of my nieces and…
March is PKD Awareness month, so I thought I would take the time to talk about how PKD affects my liver. (Oh, yes, polycystic kidney…
One of the great things about my American holidays this year has been the reunions. Each of my three weekends has brought another group together, which means…
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but my parents were really mean when I was growing up. As in they were so mean that they…
When I was back home in America on my holidays, I was offered a couple of dresses that didn’t fit just right. But as the previous owners were…
Growing up in a large family, hand-me-down clothing was a regular part of life. It wasn’t necessarily something I hated (after all, I really wanted some of them!) but it certainly…
Greetings from America! Are you surprised to read that? Well, you should be since very few people knew about my trip. I mean, even my…