I mentioned in a previous post that my friend, Andie, had passed away from breast cancer, leaving behind two children. Her ten-year old daughter was ill on the weekend with a sore throat and Andie's husband rang me in a panic to find out if I knew how to make Andie's lemon soother drink. Lizzie... Continue Reading →
The Witch’s House.
When I was a child we used to go on holiday to Ireland a lot. My Grandmother and countless aunts and uncles lived there in a fishing village on the west coast. The North Atlantic acted as a backdrop to every outdoor scene. The sea was always so choppy it appeared to be full of... Continue Reading →
LONGING.
This clumsy attempt is dedicated to my friend, Luisa, who lost her husband five years ago on this day. She still longs for him.... She missed him sometimes, even after all these years. It always happened when the air began to smell of summer and the days grew longer. Those evenings came back in a... Continue Reading →
Selma In The City 
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