When I got re-married about eight years ago, the idea of having a celebrant wasn’t really on my radar. I’d heard of lay priests. We even had one at our wedding. But she couldn’t legally marry us, so we still had to have a registrar come in and do the official bit. That was exactly as straightforward (and, let’s be honest, as dull) as it sounds. You book the registrar. They arrive right on time, someone you’ve never met before, and they run through the standard lines. “Do you

On the surface, it’s just another 1960s house, brick walls, a familiar street. But inside, it’s a home. It has held 3 generations of...

A few weeks ago, I lost my beloved Bubby Blue, my faithful bully dog who was more than just a pet - he was my companion, my confidant, and my world. The grief has been overwhelming, and words often feel inadequate to express the depth of my love for him. It’s a kind of love that transcends language, rooted deep in the heart, a bond that’s unbreakable even in his absence. As I’ve been reflecting on our time together, one thought keeps resurfacing: he wasn’t there at my wedding