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We were asked, as you always are, “what is your dream?” Jim Collins called them BHAGs:...

As I walked in the woods, I thought about one who had told me that they always felt worse...

Eleventh of January 1942 The Big Man joined the band, with a huge-sound name to live up to,...

It is a ‘writing outside’ day, one of those workshop days where I allow myself to be pulled...

I start my own new year(s) whenever I feel like it. On my birthday and at the Winter Solstice...

  I’m going to pick up the end-of-year theme again this week, even though I’m already well into...

I started to write about fairy tales and myths and legends. I started to think about how the...

My brother called and asked if I was “ready for Christmas”. Then he checked himself and asked if...

When Craig died, Claire asked me what I might want of his. The one thing I asked for was an...

  “As I welcome Winter, I take all the opportunities I can, to rest and reflect on the seasons...

  They call it creative writing, but I’m sure that what I do is not that. I think of it more...

Sometimes I wonder if I am a strange person, if people might think I’m odd. Sometimes, I wonder...

There is a line in the poem Sweet Darkness, by David White, which reads “Give up all the other...

  Last time I deliberately visited this map-square,* I had a mind to go into the Garden but had...

Not everyone understands when I tell them that stroking up and down the lengths of the swimming...

  This wasn’t the first square of my local map that didn’t have a lot of open space on it. It...

What I love about the man is his innocence; what I don’t is his gullibility. What I love...

  We all have people who help shape our lives. Teachers, guides, coaches, mentors. They have...

  When my life up-ended, imploded, exploded, disintegrated, shattered, dissolved, basically...

One day I will realise that there is no point in my setting out to do something specific, when I...