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My stories

Cherry

My ‘Mamgu’ (c.1880 - 1969)

(pronounced Mam- ggy as in 'eggy', South-Wales word for Grandmother, meaning ‘dear mother’) Lived up the long hill from the town, half-way up the little mountain., by the cemetery – her husband had been the stonemason …

Hawthorn

White May bouquet, tumbling in the hedge, pattern delicate, exquisite: white petals, pale green centres, red anther spots, (sometimes the petals rich...
Cherry

Nearly two, character portrait

Just enough hair for a tiny vertical ponytail on top of her head. Walking around the house in wellies (thinking: I can put these on myself – ready to...

Gathered people of God

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Last Sunday was Pentecost Sunday, regarded as the birthday of Christ Jesus’ church (‘church’ referring to the gathered people of God, not the building) Tired of godlessness and spite, longing for the place of light, …

Journeying over the gulf

Can I go back? Can we heal the rift? … so far a journey, a gulf so wide

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