My Writing Trigger

I wrote a story about a rainbow appearing over a slag heap in an ugly coal and woollen mills town, the one my father moved us all to after I graduated from high school at the age of 16. Mother long ago insisted she didn’t have that essay any more, … Read more…

You’re Still You

Hearing from a childhood friend recently made me realize what different paths our lives have taken. Oh, my gosh! How did we ever recognize each other? So much has changed since the times we often sat in the street in our rural town, building our own little roads out of … Read more…

Never Underestimate an Angry Brit!

After taking flak from many sides in my life last week, the UK’s decision to exit the European Union was the eventual painkiller for me. Like most others with at least an inkling about finance, I’m still numb. Apparently, my relatives are, too, since there hasn’t been a peep out … Read more…