Never Enough… Or This is Me?
I cried through quite a lot of The Greatest Showman. I cried, because it was putting words and music to …
Category Archives: My Story
Hope In The Year Of Hell
I’ve had a bit of a rough year. That’s somewhat of an understatement. By September, I’d come to call 2017 …
The Yoko Factor
Spike – “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the Beatles.” Adam – “I have. I like Helter Skelter.” Spike …
Be Our Guest
I have a confession to make. I am most certainly a hopeless romantic. Actually, let me rephrase that. I am …
The Princess & The Troll – A Faery Tale.
Once upon a time there was a city of good people who served the Powers that be. They faced monsters …
That Post where I tell more of my story (and kinda knock a good preach out)
Like many churches, my local independent church congregation that’s been going about 40 years is trying to get its head …
Act Justly, Love Mercy, Walk Humbly
We, all of us have the potential to be the ones who are now terrified for their lives. We, all …
The cursed left hand – a thinly veiled analogy
We need to talk about these left-handers. I’m prepared to accept that they haven’t chosen to be left-handed, unfortunately I …
That Post on Grief – Part One
I’ve mentioned a few times now how stories and dreams are similar in nature. That stories are, on a simplified …
Shibboleths, Shagging and Shalom – Part Three
Shibboleths, Shagging and Shalom – a three part post. Part the Third – Shalom When we let our behaviours and …
That Story Girl 