One Downward Dog At A Time Christmas 2019 was the one where I knew I had to change. I was working my fingers to the bone to try and get work finished for Christmas and I had Nativities, Christmas Fayres, and dress down days coming out of my ears. Three…

And it’s sweet and sour… — It’s kitten season again and thanks to the unneutered frisking around town, there are a lot of little ones about. Feral kittens are being picked up everywhere. They arrive in boxes and cages, screaming with fear and biting the helping hand of the rescuer. I volunteer at a Cat Sanctuary…

But I didn’t listen. — Anyone who knows me knows that I love cats. I have five on my farm, I volunteer at a cat sanctuary and I knit cat blankets in my spare time. I can’t resist a sob story or someone who has been left at the shelter for too long. …

Happy ending, coming up.. I volunteer at a local animal charity and we do our best to bring together unwanted animals, and the people of our town. We have cats, we have dogs, the odd donkey, and occasionally, rabbits. One morning we even had an unwanted goat tied by a…

There is attention to be paid — My child shouted to me in the middle of the night last week. That skin-prickling yell that could mean nothing. Or something. A little moth had managed to get into his bedroom and flutter around in the corner. It’s 3 a.m., and I’m trying to catch the little fellow. Gently…

The Offence Was Real — I ran a short story I had written for children, through A.I. last night. A.I. is something I haven’t used. I’ve always thought it couldn’t be a risk to storytellers so I haven’t considered it. But last night, I was in a dark and kind of frightful mood and I…

It’s Crafting to Me: But to Her It Was Survival It stands on the dresser in my kitchen, black, shiny, and fighting for its space amongst the Lego spaceships and plasticine ornaments. It’s my late Nan’s old black Singer sewing machine, and it’s waiting for me to use it again. …

Then this is key —

The Growing Battle Has Only Just Begun — In early Spring of this year, I had a golden idea for my farm. Jim* from across the lane was making a killing with his produce stand and this year I was going to join him. Pay some bills via the selling of tomatoes and what-not? What’s not to like? …