Tonight I taught a 7 yr old about Forgiveness.   She was curled up on her bed sobbing. 7 year old sobs are different to mid-twenty sobs. 7 year old sobs are sweet and thick. They aren’t guarded. They aren’t worried about mascara. 7 year old sobs are hearty and heart breaking.   I walked…

If someone asked me..

If someone asked me how it all happened… I don’t think I would be able to answer them. I mean…  I could rattle something off about champagne, hitchhiking, fairy lights, a boat on the Southport harbour, a funeral, and how the dress that I chose to wear, was free when you purchased a $5.95 magazine….