I’ve been told there a wee bit of Irish in my ancestry. As St. Patrick’s Day nears I have a suspicion that a great many people suddenly develop ancestral ties to the land of the Blarney Stone. It’s on my bucket list – to visit the Emerald Isle and plant a big wet one on… Continue reading There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day
Chapter I Scene IV He turns immediately to the left and begins picking his way through the dim brush. We proceed single file. For many hours we trek with only the unicorns’ sight to guide us through the darkness. As we go deeper, even though the sun would be rising, it does not reach onto… Continue reading The Draco Stone continues…
Well you may be asking how it is all going. I had to take the weekend off to wizz up to Auckland...which provided lots of photo taking opportunities. It also provided a chance to get dressed up. Gilly tells me I should make the following photo my gravatar - instead of [as she very politely… Continue reading Day 6 of NaNoWriMo
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.… Continue reading Alone is not the same as lonely.