Daughter of mine.

Dear Pogue, Daughter of mine, what a conversation. Isn’t it so strange that we can let our communications become tempered and modified by not wanting to offend another person or not wanting to upset? How easily we dilute our honesty because we fear that should another consume it undiluted it will be bitter and unpalatable. … Continue reading Daughter of mine.

Let me tell you a secret.

Dear Pogue, Right back at the start, in our first exchange of correspondence, words on paper, ink, messy finger prints (what would a letter be without a blotch or two?) uneven margins, you remember? Well we committed to our own personal attempt at a revolution. One that we would have for fun, spurred on and … Continue reading Let me tell you a secret.

Does it make you smile?

Dear Pogue, Sometimes it's the smallest things that matter, that make a difference. A smile from someone we vaguely know that makes us feel welcome. "Thank you" , said with sincerity whilst being looked in the eye tells us that the effort was all worth it. Or a cup of well made coffee on an … Continue reading Does it make you smile?