What love looks like

I just spent the weekend celebrating my father in law’s eighty eighth birthday which involved all his kids, their husband’s or wives, various grandchildren and their partners and a few of his great grandchildren thrown in for good measure. It also meant...
Come on Baby, Light my Fire

Come on Baby, Light my Fire

Passion, in all its myriad forms can be a force that lights up the sky but then fizzles and burns out. It can burn brightly, making the whole world seem like a bright, shiny new space. Then it can be gone in a flash leaving everything seeming just a little duller, a...

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