Hurricane Milton

As I sit on a park bench in my local park in Melbourne, the sun rests warmly on my shoulders and everything feels calm. The sky stretches above me in a wide, endless blue. Birds sing from the treetops, and nearby I hear the bright, carefree laughter of my granddaughter as she plays. It is…

Bless Your Heart

Our differences don’t have to divide us; instead, they can enrich our lives and deepen our understanding of one another. At the moment, our home feels like a linguistic smoothie, with accents from all over the world blending together under one roof. Our friends from Florida are staying with us for the month of November,…

Bedtime Story

Perhaps the wisdom of growing older is realising that the hands we feared were empty have been holding more than we knew. When I was a little girl, about six years old, living in Helsinki, one of my mother’s dearest friends came to our home for supper. Her name was Eila. She lived nearby and…

Timeless Treasures

Some people belong not only to our memories, but to the story of who we are. When I was a little girl living in Finland, I had a friend who was woven deeply into the fabric of my childhood. Her name was Tiina. We lived only a few hundred metres from each other, and we…