My nifty-swifty walker

Two nights ago, I had a dream that I’d bought a walker. Not just any walker, you know. It was a deluxe model with a little cup holder, those cool glider nubbies on the bottom of the legs, fenders, and racing stripes. It was totally wicked! I was so proud Read more…

Laughing at the Devil

Yesterday I was reading the revelations of Julian of Norwich, the 14th century mystic who experienced visions – shewings, she called them – during grave illness. She was though to die and was suffering greatly. The priest came and held a crucifix before her so that she could gaze at Read more…

Mum’s the word

There’s an old saying. It goes like this: “Mum’s the word”. It means, “SSShhhhh. Keep your mouth shut. Don’t say anything to anyone about it.” Often the expression is used when something of great import is to be kept secret. “Mum’s the word on this, okay?” Yesterday, I got a Read more…