Bearing Witness

My husband got glasses this week. He’s always been proud of his 20/20 vision, gently teasing my rapidly deteriorating eyesight. He’s a builder and consequently has the occupational hazard of regular splinters in his hands. Over the past year, his arm got too short for him to focus on the tiny shards of timber, much…

Breaking

A few years ago I had what I now describe as my break down. After returning home from two years living abroad with my family, I struggled to immerse myself back into our ‘normal’ life. I’d gone from managing a team of thirty plus staff, feeling respected and ‘important’, to working from home by myself,…