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  By the rivers of Saskatchewan, there we sat down, and wept, not like Babylon, not like Jeremiah, not like the weeping horses of Merlin, just us grassland sods...

  When you come across hopscotch chalk marks, why not skip?Isn’t it obvious why spouses leave spouses for scuba divers? Why do things laundered, folded, s...

As a kid, summer holidays at my cousins was like living in an episode of Darling Buds of May. Jack (second eldest of nine) taught me the questionable joys of mi...

  “Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”                                              – C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed. When I c...