After cancer, after death, after a bottomless pit of grief, it really can be a wonderful life. I have been silent for a while because my life has shifted again. I laugh, I love, I work, I play and really truly live. At 43 I thought my life was done, I knew I would continue to breathe in and out and keep moving through my existence, but I really thought that was it. My partner had died, my kids dad was gone, I was alone, scared, and sad.

A story for my Grandma Book. Mr Morrison would like to speak to Judith. OK, that may be an exaggeration but I definitely remember feeling the burn in my cheeks and neck. Am I in trouble? Judith, is this your own work? 5 August, 2015.

Whose followers were ridiculed by 16th-century humanists and reformers as enemies of learning.