Author: Rod Marshall

"Arrrgh!" I gasped, as my body gave the impression of being turned into a statue! I clung to the buggy, and was mesmerized by what I had witnessed. Outside the primary school where Zoë attends, there is a major road. A mother, buggy, … Read more

I have a car with computers in it. When it detects a fault, it has an instructive ding sound to let you know that there is a message. The more serious the fault, the more piercing the tone, and the more persistent and unrelenting the … Read more

By seven o'clock in the morning, I am on my way to the kitchen, whereas Caroline has already washed, dressed, eaten, read a book, and is well on her way to work. Consequently, it falls to me to round up the children, dispense breakfast to … Read more

I guess that most everyone is familiar with the William Holman Hunt (1827-1910) picture, "The Light of the World", painted after he became a Christian. If one is not, there are various links on the Internet. Of note is the fact that … Read more

I am attempting to grow Red Lion Amaryllis plants from seed. I hope to be rewarded eventually with a vivid red flower as big as my hand, which blooms after four years during Christmastide. I thought that it would be a challenge to … Read more

Recently, I made a cup of tea in my kitchen. Being English, there is nothing special in that, because I am a frequent visitor to the kettle and my tea caddy. So it was with some surprise that, having switched on the kettle to make a … Read more

Back in November 2011, on a church weekend away, work was getting me down because proposed changes were a totally preventable calamity. As we were away together, I shared my concerns with a young man. He has a keen mind, … Read more

My youngest daughter, Sophia, is her own person. Being not yet two, she is quite prepared to stand her own ground and show her disapproval; she is, then, not a quiet child. It encourages me that she clearly carries my … Read more

The other day, Sophia, my eighteen-month-old daughter, faced up to me. We were stuck between the kitchen sink and the chairs from the kitchen table. I surmised that there was room for only one of us to pass by. The … Read more

Our children love having toast and bread with jam, and also yogurt, at teatime. The children are presently eighteen months and three-and-a-half years old, respectively, so this has become an entertaining event. When I say entertaining, what I really mean … Read more