Beneath a Mexican Sky

When Paradise Calls.     It was May 1996.  I was twenty-four going on twenty-five years of age.  John Major was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and I felt like I had my whole life ahead of me.  I had spent half of January and pretty much all of February in Australia.  That was […]

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Nanny ‘Snips

  “I remember an old woman with long white hair, in two plaits.  She is sitting in a rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth as she watches the flames flicker in the fireplace.  She has an old cream coloured, woolly shawl around her shoulders.  Beneath that, a white blouse.  She is wearing long, heavy, […]

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The Blood Soaked Brick

She made her way toward the line The place the bridge gave cover Where in the depths the people cried Each wishing for their Mother Above the ground the siren whined She thought just of her lover She stopped to hear the silent sign London hit by another Right then she fell unto the ground A lightening […]

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Reflective Thinking in Action

I am reflecting, today, on my passion for writing.  Writing is a significant part of my daily life and, although the writing that I share is purely on this blog, I have stacks of short stories, plays and poetry that I have never shared.  I simply enjoy keeping that for myself.  Writing is something that […]

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From Sheep to Theatreland

Theatreland.  Covent Garden. Some friends of ours own a couple of properties in Covent Garden and kindly offered us use of one of them; a delightful studio apartment in Neal Street.  A weekend away.  Perfect. I had noticed some anxiety rising at the idea of travelling on Public Transport.  This was largely due to the […]

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