A few weeks ago I was tagged by Ewa to reveal eight random facts about myself. I promised her I would do the post when I felt able to, so h...

This is one of many stories told by St. Francis to his followers and it goes something like this . . . The very first animal to appear at t...

Ode To Autumn Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless W...

Forever seered in my memory is a day in May, seventeen years ago. I can still picture the dirt track wending its way down through a field c...