'Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.'

To grieve is the gift of the living - a gift so many of our kin have long lost

'There's little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious thing, finding root in …

Memories belong in the soil, in stone, in wind. They are the land's unseen meaning, such that touches the soul of all who would look - truly look - upon it. To…