Janus sits on the wobbly, precarious plinth of our dangerous present time. One face looks back serenely to the accomplished past, his other, forward facing, scans future hopes and perils. An object or a document from history can conjure the Roman god to a previous era. A particular day in the past is shown asContinue reading “Wartime and the Last Carriage Man in Solihull”
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Dunblane
The shroud of death upon their faces their complexion a grey hue, and yet that smile of innocence bright light that pulls me through. But no, that was a memory flickering in the dark my mind protecting me from all I see life snuffed out my little spark. Incomprehensible loss, such fear It can’t beContinue reading “Dunblane”
Patience Before Passion, or the Road of Comprehension
When I think about my stepfather, one story in particular springs to mind. It was summer 1992, right before breaking from school. I was experiencing an enormous crush on an older boy who I rode the school bus daily with. At fourteen, a girl, who never had a boyfriend before, is destined to think thatContinue reading “Patience Before Passion, or the Road of Comprehension”
Looking Back
The door swung open and a waft of warm air, heavy with the scent of summer blossom floated unbidden into the little room. Emma Silvers turned and smiled. “Well! If it’s not darling Donald – adventurer extraordinaire. Are you just passing or have you a mind to stay?” “Questions, questions Em. Always questions. Aren’t youContinue reading “Looking Back”
Then and Now
I received my first lesson in food snobbery when in my early twenties in (of all places) a Bernie Inn in Reading. I had asked for tomato sauce in which to dip my chips and had received, to my surprise, a fresh tomato salsa while a gaggle of waiters had a giggle at my expense.Continue reading “Then and Now”