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An Angel under the Big M: Stretching the Perimeters of Hospitality


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We’re landing, we’re landing, repeated our youngest, J, his eyes lit round with excited relief, his little lungs adjusting to receive the stranger, brisker air of our just arrived destination: the South Island of New Zealand. In fact, our boy was incorrect, we’d landed several hours ago, in a rather noisy, choppy descent to earth, which

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anxiety, Faith, thankfulness

Declutter Me: Ambitioning a Quiet Life


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‘That’s what we do. We make mess. We’re a messy family.’ Five year old E sums it up with characteristic  bare-to-the bone directness as we stand side by side and watch our freshly washed floor endure a new littering of crumbs, toys, unknown sticky substances, and yes…yet more spilled-milk. Four year-old W,  king of the witty one-liner, intrepid word-explorer, encapsulates it even

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anxiety, Faith, pregnancy and parenting

Choices


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We made a decision this week. Parents have to do that. Make decisions. From the moment your child breaks forth into the world, with wails and flails and celebration, you are looking up information, filling out forms, viewing everything through over-alert, keen-to-do-right,  protective parent eyes. Even before your little person or people arrive you begin the process. I know

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Faith

Stepping off Regret Road


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‘There’s just no point in wasting time looking back’. He stood at the front of the school hall, staring down the barrel of an audience of nervous, eager parents hanging on his every word like support ropes. An ex-cop with so many stories under his well-weathered belt, stories of struggle and hardship, those of others, and

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anxiety, Faith

Courage in her pocket


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It began as a secret. A small, quiet act of defiance to carry her through the day. As she walked (tarried, resisted) out the door to go to school she would feel for the little zip in the side of her school dress. She’d pull, frustrated, as it stuck, and then, just as it seemed we

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