Autobiography

Cherry

Ready everybody, Filler Up

Well, this whole thing is real after all. I got my author's copy sent to me yesterday. Yup there's something magical about getting the publication in...

Riding High

along ridges of worn and battered asphalt Camden Village is a showcase of homes seeming lost in scattered disarray ‘cause tourists no longer come...

Hazy Days

Dear diary...It's good to dream of distant memories that brought so much happiness. I remember those young years in my thirties, me in my hippy skirt...
Cherry

At home with a toddler, during a pandemic...

I squeeze the sponge. Soapy water runs over my hands; hands so clean the skin is wearing away. Eyes stare into space through the kitchen window. The...

A Boy of Eleven

A boy of eleven woke up suddenly stretched and yawned. Seven o’clock already! In panic he pushed his cat aside and looked out the window. A huge...
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Story of the week

Bang Bang Thank You Ma'am

Tuesday afternoons have been special times for Lynn and me since we moved down South. We visit the mall town of Birkdale and go to a matinee then we...
Cherry

First Cut

Dear diary...17 th March 2020. Body's gone into battle, head engulfed in what feels like swampy moss, becoming clogged among this chaotic scene, like...
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A revisit to Aberedw

Last time it was autumn, now in March, but a beautiful day, a beautiful drive over westwards to meander amongst the humpy, bumpy mid-Wales hills into...
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Writing and Drumming

I'm not a drummer although I consider myself to be one because I was one once upon a time. Here's the thing though, a drummer's got to drum and since...
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Come and Join the Fun...

Life writing, so some of it might be true. In any event, move along, nothing to see here... Image is in the public domain. It's where I worked at the time...