Paris at night
With love and forgiveness
Forgive me if I fail to do our story justice, if I stumble and fall. It is difficult to speak of you without tears. How can I ever forget your…
Summer Goodwin
11 April, 2017
Broken toys
My son left home for six months  in September last year and I (finally!) found time to develop a hobby. Okay, I write this blog as a hobby, but I…
Summer Goodwin
20 February, 2016
The waiting game
Waiting. For an answer. Yes or no. When all I have is maybe. Maybe. The most uncertain word ever to exist. My heart stands still while time beats on. It…
Summer Goodwin
28 May, 2014
Painting class
"Let’s paint!" he says, flexing fingers that know paintbrushes I can tell, as his shirt knows paint (Are we going to get dirty?) the class leaps up - limber bare-bellied…
Peta Goodwin
11 March, 2014
Peta Goodwin playing fiddle
Fiddlin’ about
All my life (it seems) I have filled in time spent waiting - which is a LOT of time, as all women know - by imagining myself playing the violin.…
Peta Goodwin
4 January, 2014