Autobiography

Dear diary...she comes and goes like an old song from the past... my younger self making dreamy moments captured in essential one time photos. For...

I am alone. This is not uncommon. I am off to the cinema. I had really gotten into going to the cinema with a small group of friends during my...

I'm continuing with the final draft of 'Gift' - my memoir/journal based on my time as my mother's full-time carer for the last few months of her life...

After the pub job, my money soon dried up. I was back to making calls and going through the local papers. One evening, Mr Watson – a tall elderly man...