The Magic of Stories is packed with tales divided into different genres. So there should a story for everybody. It wasn’t until I was putting the book together I realised all the poetry I’d included were simply stories in rhyme. In 1988, one of my sisters enlisted on an experimental cultural exchange programme sponsored by… Continue reading My Sister Far Away
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I don’t like creepy things, do you?
Horror and paranormal is not something I read or watch. I get spooked easily and have a very active imagination. As I teenager I would constantly be plagued by nightmares. As I grew up I knew to stay away from anything scary. These two subjects are very big in the book world and there are… Continue reading I don’t like creepy things, do you?
Memories of my dog, Ricky
Everybody remembers their first dog. Mine was Ricky, he was a terrier of some sorts and he was very intelligent. This is Ricky, I don’t have many photos of him and here he is with my dad and my baby sister. He was about two when this was taken. As I said, Ricky was such… Continue reading Memories of my dog, Ricky
Do you keep a diary?
I’ve always kept a diary and in my early teenage years I wrote a few lines on days I did something. When I had my first boyfriend the diaries became more detailed on the days we did something exciting. I also managed to graffiti all over it with hearts and our names, basically declaring my… Continue reading Do you keep a diary?
Finding Humour
I think humour is very important in stories, at least they are in mine, because life is full of humour. We, as humans can find humour in all sorts of things, even the macbre. I recall the days before Social Media when something bad happened, you suddenly found bad jokes being sent to your mobile… Continue reading Finding Humour
Playground Games
When I was in primary school, which would have been in the sixties, we used to play proper games in playground. Playtime was in the morning, lunch time, and one in the afternoon. I still remember many of the games. One of my favouties was called French Skipping, I never knew what was French about… Continue reading Playground Games
Can You Control Your Dreams?
by Karen J Mossman Do you dream in colour? I was once asked that, because I dream so vividly, and I didn’t know whether I did or not. So I went to bed and made a conscious effort to find out. I saw a girl in a red skirt that night. So I must do,… Continue reading Can You Control Your Dreams?
Coping with Bereavement
I was watching a programme called 7up on the television recently. If you don’t know it, it started in the sixties where children were interviewed when they were seven, and every seven years the cameras caught up with them. The ‘children’ are now 63 and it has been fascinating. My mum and I followed it… Continue reading Coping with Bereavement
A Bus Drive Never Forgotten
We've all travelled on a coach or bus in our youth when we were young and carefree. For me I remember a train ride where four of us went on a day trip to Alderley Edge, in Cheshire. A area where the 'Edge' provides magnificent views as well as a few interesting caves along the… Continue reading A Bus Drive Never Forgotten
Who is the Bitch?
by Karen J Mossman Yes, that really is the title of my post, and for a reason. I didn't know what that meant or why. Let me explain. I keep a diary and have done for many years. I'm on my fourth five-year diary now. The first yearly diary I was given in 1972, I… Continue reading Who is the Bitch?
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