Author Archives: Kath

It came to me in the middle of the night. Well at about 5am in the morning to be precise. It was the end of two hours of being up with a poorly sick boy, who wriggled all over me, … Continue reading →

  I’m sitting in our chalet at the end of Word Alive, the boys are asleep and I have some time before heading to a friends for wine and chat to reflect on the week. Word Alive is a conference where … Continue reading →

 It’s the women who get me every time.  The women who for the first time have know equality with a man, who have been considered worthy of being taught of being listened to and who have loved with tender care … Continue reading →

Don’t ask me how. Don’t ask me how it’s the last day of term tomorrow. A term that can be consigned to the rubbish bin of rubbish terms. Don’t ask me how we still all have colds and illness and … Continue reading →

Ten long years ago I wrote these words: (quoted below) My brother Mark: He owns lots of red jumpers. He has secret sides that few people get to see. I love it when others are let in to that side of … Continue reading →