The first time it happened, 35 years ago, Bloggerman was two and a half years old. He ran off with excitement at a fairground at a holiday camp and suddenly disappeared in the crowd.. Later we found that he had collapsed in front of the roundabout and the Fair man, thinking he was dead, in panic, had picked up his … Continue reading
Recovery from Addiction is a New Relationship with Self, Others and the World
Finding and practicing grace in addiction recovery
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
Laugh. Dream. Dare. Inspire.
just like Moby Dick, but shorter and less whale-oriented.
A life in Paris
random insight from an unwanted houseguest
...WHAT A CURMUDGEON THINKS ABOUT, WHEN HE HAS TIME TO THINK...
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
Avoiding dog poo, pickpockets, and use of the subjunctive.
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
the story of the journey of my ordinary life. .
I started this blog dreaming of moving to Paris, or at least France. I ended up on Kaua`i...um make that the Big Island...umm well make that Paris, after all
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