Steph's Adventures

Sometimes I have found a way to do Lent well; other years, not so much. I was short on inspiration this year, so as it approached I asked va...

In a previous post, I mentioned that I had started the year with two bereavements. It was a privilege to be invited to give the eulogy / tri...

This is it, we have reached the final instalment of the Q and A, the "to answer" jar is now empty so these are the last 6 answers....

There is a very famous poem by Henry Scott Holland which begins with the words "Death is nothing at all" . I understand both the i...

I am not a great believer in making new year's resolutions. I think all too often they can risk being just another pressure we put on ou...

The Stories group Christmas party was a magical afternoon: Christmas dinner for 40 people, home-made cake and traditional Eritrean coffee, h...

Having done it in 2022 and 2023 , I guess it is now tradition that I collate my reading list for the year here on my blog.  This year's...

Winter definitely isn't my favourite meteorological season, but I think Advent possibly is my favourite liturgical season. Advent is fil...

Back in the summer I wrote about Stories of Hope and Home's latest performance , on stage at the Birmingham REP, "Love is a Rebelli...

 44) What is my life's purpose? Some of the questions in the jar feel relatively manageable ... and then you pull out one like this! Int...

As promised, the Q and A returns. I said at the time (and since) that it was an amazing gift. Now, while I am quite enjoying the process of ...

I first wrote and shared a poem inspired by Edip Cansaver's 'The Table' way back in early 2021 . Since then I have used it more...

This is a story which I suspect may be of no interest to anybody else. But I write my blog as much for myself as for whoever reads it, and i...

Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery has been closed since 2020, first for covid, and since then for rewiring and other such things which, it t...

Last month marked 5 years since Stories of Hope and Home became a reality. In some ways, it doesn't feel anywhere near that long, but in...

It has been a good while since my last blogpost: September came and went without me writing anything here. A quick scroll back told me that ...

Several years ago, our amazing Goddaughter Lydia gave us a jar of questions as a Christmas gift . For over a year, they generated lots of re...

Just over a week ago, news broke of a luxury yacht sinking in the Mediterranean. One person was confirmed dead, six missing, all of whose bo...

On Thursday 18th July, Stories of Hope and Home took to the stage at Birmingham REP theatre with our latest performance, "Love is a Reb...

20 years (and a few days) ago, I graduated from Lancaster University and got married. It marked the end, and then the beginning of hugely si...

With my previous blogpost having been entitled "after" the tsunami, you may notice that with this one I'm referring to being b...

I am hesitant to speak too soon, but it seems the Rwanda plan, which has dominated my life in recent weeks, in terms of time, energy and hea...