Like many of my Celtic ancestors before me, I believe that the veil between the physical and the mystical realms is thin.

A tribute to the people who tell wonderful stories.

What happens when Kiwis from the North of New Zealand see snow for the first time?

An only child gets a lot more adult input, but you can experiment with a sibling. Especially with a helpful, brave sister like Rachel. And when steep paths and Scottish thistles are involved, it’s usually best to experiment first.

Grandma’s plan for a lovely little holiday on the sea goes a bit wrong.

“Sit on me,” said the Barrel Cactus, “and I shall give you rest!”

A short poem about inviting God into your home.

When I was five, I mixed my four year old sister a very ‘special’ drink!

When I was a child, a grand chess master regretted attempting to tutor our home-schooling group. I think it was a very foul experience for him! But it contained a deep lesson for me.

A Poem about Endurance and Hope.

A completely untrue story about what happened one night in the Sydney Art museum.