For the hate of football

It's odd how things make a mark on us in strange ways. For as long as I have been exposed to it I have deeply hated listening to people talking about football. It might have been two of my bosses, father and son, talking near my desk at the engineering company I worked for, or … Continue reading For the hate of football

Stand tall

Messages from a Beech tree. Sometimes we can feel like the world is telling us we take up too much space; people want us to be quieter, less emotional, less excitable. We feel like the children of history that should be seen and not heard, and sometimes we feel we shouldn't even be seen. Today … Continue reading Stand tall