Ghosts and Giving

We only have what we give ~ Isabelle Allende This morning I cycled into Shackville en route to work and the mother of my little amputee friend called to him that I was there.  In a flash at high speed from around the corner of their shack he appeared and sprinted up a small hill to … More Ghosts and Giving

Imperfect Souls

When I was about ten years old I used to visit a young mother because I liked playing with her baby.  I don’t remember how I came to know her but she lived in a house on a street between my house and St Josephs Primary and I remember stopping in to visit them on … More Imperfect Souls