by Karen J Mossman Over the years I’ve found I enjoy TV Box Sets that are apocalyptic or science fiction. I’m not the same with books because those I’ve tried I struggle with the pronouncing of names and places. It’s like struggling to read through mud. I was never a fan of zombies either, but… Continue reading Save the World from Destruction!
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Various Subjects of 1889
by Charles Henry Stott Charles Stott was my great, great-grandfather and he wrote a book which came down through the family, finally ending up with me. Many of the articles it contained were fascinating and now a part of social history. By reproducing the articles here means I can share a slice of life in… Continue reading Various Subjects of 1889
Amassing the Arsenal.
Writer’s write, this is what we do, what’s its like.
Christmas Poetry
- reblogged from Stevie Turner 's site. Stevie suggested we share our Christmas peoems, so if you have one you would like to share, post the link in the comments and I will post it on the run up to Chrimstas. CHRISTMAS EVE The clock ticks on as I lie and wait,My stocking along my… Continue reading Christmas Poetry
Island Tales
When I came to live on this island, we had a dog. It was fun exploring, but sadly she was old and our adventures were limited. When she died, we were never getting another one. Eight months later, we thad Tilly, another Yorkshire terrier. This time a puppy, as Jodie was a rescue dog, coming… Continue reading Island Tales
Just Our Imagination
I was reading through other WordPress sites, as you do, and came across this interesting article about riding a bike. It took me back to being a child when when we played on the streets for hours with them. My brother and I used to pretend they were horses and we had an army of… Continue reading Just Our Imagination
A Case For Adjectives?
I don’t know why I haven’t been following Carole’s blog before. A sheer oversight!
I loved this story and didn’t expect the ending at all. How sad really. I wanted to see the magic of this story with my followers. Please follow the link and Carole’s blog.
In writing circles experts frown upon using too many adjectives. This is from an English lesson I did many years ago. Oddly enough, I gained a tick for each adjective used. My question is how would this story be without them?
The Stranger
The spectacle of the filthy, bedraggled man sitting in the restaurant drew my attention. His matted, dirty hair hung in knots below his hunched shoulders and some of it fell forward into his soup. Pulling it out of the hot liquid he wiped the sticky, wet hair on his coat which was already covered in mouldy food spillage and vomit. He slurped noisily, spilling more soup from his spoon and mouth than he was managing to consume.
I looked away from him to my daughter who was standing next to me. She was also hypnotised by this revolting, stomach retching sight. Then my eyes fell upon his…
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Soul Mates
This is an interesting observational piece about soul mates. So much is written about finding your soul mate and I must say I agree with this blogger. I've been married for over forty years and we are not soul mates, we are complete opposites, but, somehow it works. Soul Mates Reblogged from 'Stories I've Never… Continue reading Soul Mates
Book Excerpt: The Morning My Husband Passed
Sad days.
Six years ago today, my husband was found dead in his room at the nursing home where he’d spent the past month. I’d been caring for him at home for six years after two strokes paralyzed his left side. He’d started going downhill, finally getting to the point where I could no longer lift him.
I’d hoped to get him into Greenhouse,, a facility where residents live in cottages holding no more than twelve occupants and each have their own room and bath,. However, there was a six-month waiting list for people on Medicaid, so he and I decided that he should move to a regular nursing home for the time being. He must have decided he couldn’t wait for greener pastures.
The following poem, from My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds, talks about how I learned…
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Isolation
By © Paul White 2017 Evenings come early in October, the skies begin to dim after lunch and keep getting darker until the nightfall's, which is around six o'clock. It is what living so far north, on the edge of the loch entails. It is a continuous way of life, a life stretching back a… Continue reading Isolation
