Author Archives: Heathermargaret
A few curly Easter questions
A little six-year-old friend of mine loves colouring, I’m quite partial to it myself. Today we industriously worked on a couple of pages of Easter illustrations, big baskets of Easter eggs with oversized ribbons. We shared the pencils and despite re-assurance from … Continue reading
The lily pond
Deep and still the pond demands respect, look but do not touch Murky, sludge, thick and green. Like a one-sided mirror, its underbelly hiding, accepting no reflection from the sun Just a hint of ancient story escapes the … Continue reading
Out of my comfort zone
Over the last few days I’ve been forced to come out of my comfort zone. Performing to a live audience has never been my ambition. Sure, from time to time I’ve made speeches, talked at professional functions and had a … Continue reading
The clock ticks…
Away from home the clock ticks for two men, guilty men, they don’t deny mistakes they’ve made, big mistakes ten years ago. Soon they will have no chance to further show remorse to live another way, to make up even slightly … Continue reading
When times are lonely
When times feel lonely, sad and miserable, what turns around the mood and prods a person on? Is it when the empty lifeless space, and the prostrate view of the world is least enjoyed? Somehow the body rejects the waft of useless … Continue reading
A Wee Gift To All Of You…Because.
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An act of kindness
A couple of weeks ago my friend’s Mum died at age ninety-nine. Now, no-one can deny that living for ninety-nine years wasn’t a mighty effort. Of course, for the family there was sadness but it was also a time for remembering and reminiscing. However, there … Continue reading
Is ham meat?
A little six-year-old friend who visits my house, sometimes helps me make pizza’s. That’s what we did yesterday. She is very accomplished, has opinions on many things and has now graduated from needing to stand on a kitchen chair to being able to reach … Continue reading
What price, a life?
I’m sad, distracted and personally distressed. Two young Australian men are on death row in an Indonesian jail and it seems there is nothing that can be done about it. I know the prisoners concerned are drug traffickers and I’m not excusing those … Continue reading
The importance of friendship
My late mother comes to mind when the topic of friendship is discussed. She was one to value friends and by doing so was a very good friend to many. Mum was the eldest of nine children of whom only … Continue reading
Heather Whitford Roche 