Joy – a strange word with which, from time to time, I’ve had a precarious relationship.
Possibly because it’s my given name. There have been times I knew in my deepest being the name didn’t fit who and what I experienced myself to be. more»
Dare I trust her protestation
that no man had fathered
the child she carries? more»
It is difficult, and often frightening, to let go of what has been received as truth... more»
I now wonder whether the biblical account of Cain and Abel might also be a folk memory... more»