Thanks for dropping by. I'm a author and teacher with interests in education, mental health. faith and community. I like to wonder aloud about everyday life, hope and the silly, incongruous things that shape us and make us who we are. I also like hats, cake and those tiny little snores cats make when they sleep. On the Home page, you'll find around 100 wonderings, all different in length and content. On a pc, you'll see a 'Select month' menu at the side where you can choose a piece from the last 12 years. You can find out about my books on the Books tab. Miracle! I'd love to hear your comments below any posts you read. Have a good day. Deborah
Many years ago, I taught a child who was deaf. No one knew he was deaf, not even his parents, so we all acted as though he could hear. If you've ever put your fingers in your ears and tried to have a conversation with someone, that's what it's like to be deaf. If they're … Continue reading Behind every story…
“I don’t want to be here!” Fighting back tears, I swung the car into a space beside our apartment building, “There’s no Christmas here…” The narrow Ankara street echoed with the cries of bread sellers, goats and children. Some of them lifted their heads and eyed us with interest. It was cold. As I unloaded … Continue reading Finding Christmas
I am about half way through my fourth book - working title, Two Things. It's about a group of people in supported accommodation and I'm really enjoying it. The reason it's taking me so long is that I started writing another book (Hearing Loss) and about half way through, I thought this book is depressing … Continue reading Writing – like swimming only drier
February is for quiet things. Not that it's been particularly quiet and mostly in a good way, but I'm still in winter nesting mode. Going out, apart from mooching in the woods near our house, is an effort. It's the old fashioned things I need - reading, walking, chatting with friends (mostly on Whatsapp to … Continue reading Old
I don't really like new. When people show me their new kitchens, I smile and nod but often prefer them the way they were. I like places with character is what I mean ('falling apart' is what the OH says). I was brought up in old houses and somehow I feel comfortable with things that … Continue reading New
Christmas came early that year but the street didn't mind, stretching out joyous arms in welcome. It began in October when shops shrugged off their orange clothes for Remembrance Red. The street approved. It liked its small-town displays of poppies. November brought frost and incipient hope. The shops were lit with tinsel and coloured lights. … Continue reading The Street
I cycled into town today to post a book. I love cycling, and I love autumn, at least when the weather is like it was today - drowsy and warm, and smelling of mown grass and earth. I cycled along the twittens (Sussex word for alleyways). The sun fell down through the trees and landed … Continue reading Autumn and the art of being human
I've been helping a young friend apply for jobs. He's filled in forms and I've edited - popping in commas, chopping words, suggesting small changes. I've quite enjoyed it. Once I managed to meet the word count by cutting 110 words! Those years parsing in English lessons are finally paying off. But what's struck me … Continue reading If only we were perfect…
I'm trying to be a better person - kinder, more patient, a healthy eater. I want to be the sort of person who exercises and enjoys it, carries a water bottle, and drinks it. It's not going well. The thing is, at this time of year there's Mothers Day, then my birthday, then my husband's … Continue reading Wonder
At the top of Sulphur Mountain, Banff A big, pointy thing which goes up high right in front of you and is hard to get round. Sometimes has snow. This is how someone described a mountain in one of those word games at Christmas. Bearing in mind there was wine and a time limit, I … Continue reading Mountains
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