It’s been a while…

I know, I know...of late my blogging has been atrocious. This week for my local writer's group I had the task of writing a letter to a dead relative/friend. Strange subject I know...and guess who set the task ?? Yes...it was me. I am learning there are few coincidences in life. I know from writing…

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What happens after the moment ?

  This morning I read a review of Anne Rice's Interview With A Vampire. It wasn't a good review but then the reviewer is a Twilight fan. Yes I know !! I have said I like Twilight and I love Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, but they are two completely different genres...it's like comparing Brad Pitt…

Alone is not the same as lonely.

I was never alone as a child. Until I was eight there were aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents, a sister, a brother, Dad - that I remember. From eight until twelve there were new brothers and sisters, cats and dogs, budgies, ferrets, Mum. Later there was Dad again. And friends. Then there was a husband.…

The Doll – part 2

It was not that she wasn't familiar. But THE DOLL had taken all my attention. After all I had seen her before, not that I remember my birth, whatever the new age greenies think. Little too traumatic an event to want to remember if you ask me. And I had lived with her until she…

The Doll

I was eight. It was the Christmas holidays which meant Nana and Pop's house. Nana was blind and Pop - well when they retired him from working at the mine he went home to bed. Literally. Stayed there for years. Nana and Pop had two daughters. Rita was the oldest, and Edna, the baby of…