There is a dollhouse upstairs in Crieff. Painted blue on the outside with an unfinished shingle roof, it waits. It has four rooms, all...

"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."

Childhood Exhausted. Little eyes twinkle closed to dreams of grape juice laughs and grass stained knees. Child, you are savage, wild, and...

“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...