Last year the farmer in the Turkey Creek area where we are living, sold off his herd of cattle. There…
thinking
Saturday Mornings…
When I was eight I wrote a poem while sitting in the garden with my mother. We were in London…
Writer’s What?..
This is the definition of a writer according to this blogger: A person who does not write. A person who…
Cockney Sliming Wrang…
I think the repercussions of the swift sale of our house are catching up with me. I have furniture dyslexia.…