I sometimes wonder — I expect you do as well — why we are here; what it's all for, if there is a point to it. I usually conclude, as o...

I’ve been reading the book I bought of Joyce Grenfell’s letters to her mother, dipping into it here and there. Its contents span the years ...

I think aprons exert a thoroughly positive influence in the world — and mine especially would if I remembered to wear them. Only this luncht...

  How are you doing, darlings? I confess I have nothing in particular to say — no exciting things happening where I am, and the world news i...

At bedtime, every night, summer or winter, I make myself a hot water bottle for my bed and a glass of chilled water with several ice cubes i...

Before I got sidetracked by contemplating Brody, it had been my intention to tell you about my yellow t-shirt. There's a ladies' app...

I was going to tell you about a yellow t-shirt and a child waving, as an illustration of the happiness of grace/gift economy, but there'...

The practice of simplicity and the art of relinquishment are necessary to the pursuit of truth and to personal freedom (see yesterday's ...

If you've read much of this blog over the years we've been travelling along here on and off in each other's company, you'll ...