So we wear the poppy, go to the cenotaph and maybe watch a movie to feel patriotic. Then what? My family has always honoured the men and women who stand in the November cold and watch with sad, quiet eyes as the pipes play and the jets fly over one more time. Each year there are … Continue reading Remembrance has to be more than a day.
This is what life does: It grows in cracks and hangs on to roots. Finding a way long after the most logical mind would have quit. Life isn’t logical but it is crazy stubborn. This is what life does: It gathers the broken and damaged in it’s eddies then bumps and grinds them until … Continue reading This is what life does.