355 – The Power of Tea
Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …
Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …
Monday. I hear from my sisters. Finally some doctor engagement, and Mum *finally* gets a CT scan. Something is amiss – something good. Mum has …
Mum some how seems better this morning. This doesn’t make much sense, because she’s had a stroke. She somehow is hanging in – winning her …
Home. It’s a core idea for everyone. What it is, what it isn’t. Where you are, and who’s there. I’m heading down Thorndon Quay for …
My sister, Diana, and I were deep in conversation when one of her son’s, Mario, walked into the room. As an aside Diana has five …
My sister, Diana, and her husband, Miro, wanted me to come up to Auckland to be with them when they got the pathology results following …
Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen. Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer Here baby, there, momma, …
My son Damian has fought off the big ‘C’ – leukaemia, to be more specific. He was only 10 years old when this insidious disease …
The response was instantaneous. The sheer joy on my son Damian’s face overwhelmed me. He was so ecstatic. This was a life changing moment for …
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