by Karen J Mossman Scars tell the stories of our lives. Have you ever looked at someone and wondered how they got theirs, but were afraid to ask? I looked in the bathroom mirror this morning and saw a slight scar and my forehead. It's hardly visible any more, but it was a reminder of… Continue reading Scars
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Withington, The Setting for Behind Closed Doors.
by Karen J Mossman If you have read Behind Closed Doors, you might want to know a little about the area mentioned in the story. Withington in Manchester is a place I lived from 1968 until 1976. I wanted Kerry and Tommy to be in a place I knew so I could describe and… Continue reading Withington, The Setting for Behind Closed Doors.
A New McDonalds
by Karen J Mossman
Discrimination is Alive and Kicking
by Karen J Mossman I was reading an online about racial abuse on a Manchester tram where a youth started yelling abuse at a man who was minding his own business. The man, in his thirties was dark-skinned wearing glasses with his hair in a low pony tail. A regular looking guy. The tram was… Continue reading Discrimination is Alive and Kicking
Discrimination is Alive and Kicking
by Karen J Mossman I was reading an online about racial abuse on a Manchester tram where a youth started yelling abuse at a man who was minding his own business. The man, in his thirties was dark-skinned wearing glasses with his hair in a low pony tail. A regular looking guy. The tram was… Continue reading Discrimination is Alive and Kicking
A Good Cause
By Karen J Mossman "Ow!" shouted Drew, "That's my kidney!" Fiona climbed out of bed, "Come on, it's time to get up." Drew groaned as he remembered. "It's today, isn't it?" "Yes, my darling, it is. So up you get. And before you complain, think of Susie.” "I know, I know," he grumbled, throwing back… Continue reading A Good Cause
When Things Go Wrong
Some things are just too humiliating, but after the supportive reaction I had on Facebook with my family and friends, I thought I would be brave and share this here as well. In our new house one of the best things is our lovely shower cubicle. So I got up in the morning, did my ablutions and… Continue reading When Things Go Wrong
Lost & Found
I have four drawers in my dressing table. When the removal men carried it up the path to the bungalow, a drawer opened the the contents spilled out. The contents of which, I had neglected to empty. This included, amongst other things a box of cotton buds. It was a bit embarrassing, but they were nice… Continue reading Lost & Found
The Day of the Move
For the weeks preceding the day of the move all I wanted to do was go to bed because it couldn't come quick enough. When April 1st finally arrived, I felt I had stopped rushing forward and instead it was rushing towards me. We'd moved out of our house the day before, which was the… Continue reading The Day of the Move
The Last Day
I was thinking about it as today is our last day in this house. I've lived in the Trafford area of Manchester since 1976. My family moved into the Old Trafford area and I married and moved to Stretford, then we moved to Flixton for 7 years before moving into this house where we have… Continue reading The Last Day
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