In, around and beyond our village
This delightful piece is presented with gratitude to guest blogger Teresa Bandrowska. As another Solstice passes, another new year begins, and I roll into yet another turn around the sun, … Continue reading Intimations of Mortality
Part one By Jay Thomson and Part two – Dylan’s Story by Christine Ferris Although her friends kept asking her what she most liked about Christmas, six-year-old Emma had so … Continue reading The Peanut Brittle Christmas Tree
Christmas on the prairies in the 1930s. We had so little. We had so much.
Two o’clock in the morning may be an odd time to start a feast consisting of chicken and oyster gumbo, game pies, soups, souffles, lavish desserts, brandy and coffee, but this is how it is done.
Arriving at the top, we could see a view of the whole city of Edinburgh below us, and we would stop walking and lie on the grass and look up at the stars.
By Lucia Preller
Suddenly, one of the upstairs windows opened up and Agustin told my little brother that they were all in bed. His father had lost his job, so there was no Christmas for them that year..
A True Story
(it just hasn’t happened yet).
My name is Fenna, best friend and soul mate of Santa Claus
By Paula Halpin
I loved Uncle John because he was unconventional – a character. Some in the family considered him a dilletante. But in my eyes, he was a romantic risk-taker
By Al Skaw….art can and often does take us to journeys deep within ourselves. It makes life much more bearable ..
By Hilary Jocelyn…No, I am instead, a dedicated and unapologetic Tea drinker…
I’m still amazed at the spontaneous choreography of man, beast and machine.
By Hilary Jocelyn – I tried desperately to struggle loose, but each attempt led me deeper and deeper into the murky glue, until I was imprisoned up to my waist.
