Some stories are very sad and sometimes good things happen as a result. Amy Pacifico Cecil is held an event on Facebook to raise money for an animal rescue. This is a great cause, as animals are precious to us all. This is Amy's story taken from her post in the event on Facebook. "My… Continue reading Power to The Paws
Apart from writing, I love to cross stitch and one of my favourite things to do is to stitch for Love Quilts UK. These beautiful quilts are made for British children up to the age of 19 and who are suffering from life-threatening or life-long illnesses. (There is also a Love Quilts USA Love Quilts Brazil and Love Quilts… Continue reading Love Quilts
by Paul White The ping-pong ball bounced as it hit the edges of the glass bowls, eventually falling between them and onto the counter top. This game was not as easy as it looked. But why was I surprised? After all, this was the traveling fair and they were here to take as much money… Continue reading The Way of Things
by Amanda HamiltonMary sat at her counter top in her kitchen; a cup of coffee cupped in her hand and marvelled at the last few weeks. How stupid she had been. It had all started the week before Christmas… “Oh no, she’s doing it again,” thought Mary as she walked past her neighbour’s house.… Continue reading A Silent Joy
When I was younger, my step cousin and I were never close. We could see each other every year for the typical holidays and bicker with each other. My mom would keep me away from him because I was always getting beat up or made fun of. It was a constant struggle with out relationship because he may have not seen me as a cousin at the time. Maybe he saw me as another kid to bully. We were never close, but I love the guy. He may not have been my own flesh and blood, but he pushed me to the point of understanding how to protect and take care of myself.
The last time I saw him was in Tennessee, We were celebrating Independence Day at my Uncle’s farm. There were lots of laughs with family I hadn’t seen in the last six months. Even my cousin and…
When I was younger, my step cousin and I were never close. We could see each other every year for the typical holidays and bicker with each other. My mom would keep me away from him because I was always getting beat up or made fun of. It was a constant struggle with out relationship because he may have not seen me as a cousin at the time. Maybe he saw me as another kid to bully. We were never close, but I love the guy. He may not have been my own flesh and blood, but he pushed me to the point of understanding how to protect and take care of myself.
The last time I saw him was in Tennessee, We were celebrating Independence Day at my Uncle’s farm. There were lots of laughs with family I hadn’t seen in the last six months. Even my cousin and…
I'm having a party and you are invited! Yes, all of you! Where? The comfort of your own home. What kind? A virtual party. Where? On Facebook. Why? For the launch of my new book The Truth Will Out. What's going on? Fun and games, virtual drinks, lots of laughter, great author spots.… Continue reading Party Invitation
Something astounding happened yesterday that I have to tell you about. I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes from lunch and gazing out of the window as I did so. In the corner of the kitchen, little Jack was playing with his favourite toy, a fabric clown. I could see Jack’s delight… Continue reading Mr Harrington, by Paul White
by Karen J Mossman I have always kept a diary and in 1972 my Nana gave one to me. There was one entry: August 6th 1973: Aunty Bitch Rutter's birthday, send 1oz of poison. My 15 year old self had no idea what that meant or who it was. It was some years later I realised… Continue reading August 6th 1972
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