Tradition and the Ties That Bind
Stories came not just from my father’s imagination or the books we read, stories also came every week in a letter from my grandmother to my mother, and by extension, to all of us.
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Seeing Red
If I had to describe Wakefield as a colour, it would be the colour red.
Ekphrasis
By Al Skaw….art can and often does take us to journeys deep within ourselves. It makes life much more bearable ..
I Sit and Sip
By Hilary Jocelyn…No, I am instead, a dedicated and unapologetic Tea drinker…
Lest We Forget
I think the world was holding its breath last week as in this critical time in human history, the United States of America, a country whose states have been far … Continue reading Lest We Forget
In defence of of small beauties
small day to day experiences can hold just as much richness as visits to exotic lands, or just as much of a thrill as leaping off tall buildings.
Mud
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.
Semi-annual performance review
I’ve been asking my plants the same questions I ask my team “How are you doing?” “What do you need?”
The Second Wave
By Hilary Jocelyn The first wave had been bad enough, as it hit us unexpectedly right out of the blue, turning us thoroughly upside down and sideways. Then, right on … Continue reading The Second Wave
What a country! Transporting bound animals in the trunk of a car; less of a crime than transporting humans!
My Summer Affair
Most days we were alone, amidst rocks as old as time and trees as magnificent as their predecessors.
A Portable Paradise
It was there; the hushed quiet, the smell and the dappled green of the cathedral-like trees, my first sense of paradise.
