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In the late 17th century, fudge was a verb meaning "to fit together or adjust [clumsily]." Then around 1800, the word was used to mean a hoax or cheat. By mi...

I attended a conference in Darlington a few days ago, the subject being shame. It was inspiring, educational, challenging and disturbing. It was good. I lear...

Edinburgh is one of my favourite cities and I loved living there for most of the 80’s and all of the 90’s. I especially treasured the month of August when th...

Here’s a thought - does a "coffee cake" always contain coffee? This is the sort of profundities that tax my brain from one day to the next. I’m under the imp...

One day a week I'm on a train heading to Edinburgh. Later that same day I get the train back north. Suffice to say I spend most of that particular day travel...

I invite you to ........ talk about yourself? If you take up the invitation what would you talk about? What gives you your unique identity? Your family, care...

People make assumptions. For example, I like it when it rains — maybe not all the time but there is something refreshing and invigorating walking in a storm ...

A number of years ago I was a volunteer who worked on a care van, which distributed blankets and clothing as well as tea and hot soup to those who were homel...

Many years ago as a young probationary minister, still wearing short trousers and wet behind the ears, I was accompanying a grown up cleric who was paying ho...

There is a beautiful story told of two brothers Franz and Albrecht Durer. Their parents were very poor and often had to scrimp and save to put meals on the t...

If you’re in the habit of buying a newspaper, especially one at the weekend you will often find included a free colour brochure; the ones which are full of w...

Here’s an interesting wee snippet of information which you may not know about me. Apart from six years in my life I’ve always stayed near the sea. Isn’t that...

Once upon a time (unlike the fairy tales this is a true story) in a previous life I ‘volunteered’ to spend a day working with a shepherd. Long story. Neverth...

My granny once threw a pound of mince at the telly. I know this to be true because I was there at the time. I can even recall what I was doing before witness...

Let me use a religious metaphor to explain a story. As a young boy I seldom went to the Church unless I was coerced or bribed. I was more interested in Sunda...

Here’s a true story. A few weeks ago on a very sunny early evening, I drove to Cullen beach with the intention of walking my dog along the coast to Portknock...

Maisie is a dog. She's my dog although if I was being pedantic I should really describe her as an 'it' because she's had the op, if you know what I mean. But...