As A Matter Of Fact…

In this blog I try to catch the shards of insight which burst from The Rose like little mirrors and reflect a wider picture which doesn’t define her narrowly as …

Hard or Soft?

We (The Rose, The Brother and Me) drive around the countryside on Saturday’s, delivering The Brother to his extra curricular activities. The Rose comes too because otherwise she doesn’t go out. …

I’m in here

We always thought The Rose was ‘individual’ but that something, sometime soon would just click and then the onslaught of party invitations and handsome suitors would roll in. But the heads -up that …