Today is my mother’s birthday, albeit a heavenly one, as it has been for the last twelve years. It doesn’t stop me thinking of her and remembering how I would hightail across Manchester to spend the day with her. Mum and Dad had a second family. They adopted children who were only slightly younger than… Continue reading Have You Forgotten Anything?
Photo courtesy of Deposit Photos It happens now again, and this morning it showered me with words, sentences, and phrases. For the last few days, I’ve been thinking of what to write for a Halloween blog. I decided on a new short story/flash fiction. It came to me how there was only one person for… Continue reading My Head Just Exploded
I threw open a challenge on Facebook to give me something to write a short story about. I was given ‘Balloons, a square red box with a blue ribbon and a bow. This is what I came up with. When I opened the door this morning, it sat on the step. It wasn’t even my… Continue reading Flash Fiction; The Gift Box; by Karen J Mossman
My father in law passed away early 1983. I’d known him for five years. We had a great relationship. He was the biggest kidder going and I was young and naive. In their caravan, they had a dried star fish and he told me it was in suspended animation and if put back into water,… Continue reading National Father in Law Day
I came across a National Biscuit, and Gravy week, and it made me chuckle. I’m British and this is an American food. If you have never heard of it, you may have the same reaction I did when I first came across it. I was reading a book by an American author and they sat… Continue reading National Biscuit and Gravy Day!
My husband is a good sort and does his best to do the right thing. We went away for the weekend and I stayed on an extra few days. I gave him a bag of washing to take home, not expecting him to wash it.Arriving back, I noticed the radiators were full of washing, even… Continue reading A Good Man, Really!
By Karen J MossmanIn an issue of Writing New, Lizzie Enfield wrote under Writing Exercises, 'What's In A Name.' So this got me thinking about my own. Years ago I asked my parents why they chose my name for me and was told that Kathleen, my mother's name in Danish is Karen and Karen in… Continue reading Names are Important
I was watching a television programme called First Dates and it was based in a restaurant exclusively for people meeting for the first time. It was interesting and enlightening to eavesdrop on conversations. It made me think about blind dates on the whole, and there are two other programmes on the television that set people… Continue reading Blind Dates
By Karen J Mossman Back in in 2002 my dad was very poorly with septicaemia and was in the High Dependency Unit at Salford Royal Hospital near Manchester. I was going to visit him one day and they had glass windowed lift which only went up one floor. As I was walking toward the entrance, I could… Continue reading Ordered out of a Lift
My neighbour was having some windows fitted and my husband spoke to them about replacing some glass for us. I came out to walk the dog and there was one of my cups on the bin. I couldn't understand why it was there as neither me or my husband would have made their workman a… Continue reading My Cup of Tea or Yours