The Words of Strangers…

I have to tell you what happened on the bus ride home tonight. I’m still in shock, reeling actually. But hold on. Unless I set the stage properly and arc this story effectively you will not understand. I need to bring you not only into my head but also into my heart. As most of …

Could I Talk At You For A Minute? Thanks.

Just a quick word, here. Didn't plan to post. Must keep on editing. (Yes, I am STILL (endlessly) applying rewrites to my lovely (BEST EVER) book and need to crack on with it!). But, I wanted to talk to you for a sec.  Yesterday, a little somethin’ – somethin’ happened that threw me (and quite …

Families Are What We Say They Are

My grandmother was a gem, a one-off, a warrior. My mom’s mother, she was a firecracker, a no-guff kind of gal who watched wrestling on television, drank beer from the bottle, and preferred cigars to cigarettes. She lived over a shop in the small city where all the matriarchs in my family had settled. Her …