Dinner time. It was a favourite part of my day when I was growing up.
At 6pm every workday evening, a ‘supper-time symphony’ would occur in my family home. Dad would walk through the front door, Mum would sing out “up to the table”, and my brother and I would race each other furiously to our chairs. Continue reading
A few years ago my best friend’s stepdad passed away. It was a sad and difficult time, but there was a silver lining – I was in New Zealand when it happened, and I was on hand to offer my love and support.
What came as surprise though, was that after all the years of knowing my best friend, I struggled to find the right way to comfort her in this situation.
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