Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl named Goldilocks.  She had long hair of gold and a kindly heart.  Goldilocks was always trying to help her friends.  Whenever it rained, she made sure to carry a spare umbrella, just in case someone else had forgotten theirs.  And if anybody accidentally bought too

Welcome to the next stop in the blog tour de troops. I’m welcoming you from down under – Melbourne Australia. Before I begin, I just want to make sure that you’ve already checked out Jennifer Provost’s post. And when you’re done here, pop over to Kat Lively. We Aussies have a lot in common with Americans.

Arthur Fribble’s strange condition began to become apparent while he was in primary school.His grade one teacher was the first to notice it.  She had asked the class the simple question, “what colour is the sky?” and Arthur had correctly replied, “blue.”  After being congratulated for this response, young Arthur sneezed.  Just one little short

It was the first house call I’d made in a very long time. I’d been in general practice for fifteen years but things had gotten a little slow. Changes in demographics, people said. A new generation of young folk moving into the area, with a preference for big faceless medical clinics rather than a small,

Today I want to pay tribute to a very special kind of dag – the daggy dad. So what exactly is a daggy dad? It’s hard to define the exact characteristics of a daggy dad. But it’s easy to recognise one when you see one. A few sure signs that clearly identify this rather special