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Passing Time

Passing Time

It’s been six weeks since my father passed. The journey from Sydney to England, the final hours, the funeral and everything in between have blurred together. Captured moments are stored in a journal that I cannot yet read. The order of service, a treasured reminder....
The Fear Factor

The Fear Factor

I have a confession. I’ve been secretly writing notes to myself in between posts and not publishing them. I placed my writing under mind arrest – a portable version of a house arrest, but no less restrictive.  I allowed a mix of other peoples versions of...