Category Archives: Writing
Having a ‘Retro’ moment or two
A few days ago I visited a very clever person. This artistic woman had turned her home into a showroom for a range of retro furnishings collected, restored and made by her. I was immediately engaged with colour, style and the wonderful … Continue reading
Inspiration
Sometimes it takes a fellow writer to pass from this world in order to hear the story behind the person. Today, I heard a story about a wonderful woman, whom I am sorry to say, I didn’t know well enough. A fellow writer … Continue reading
Almost a ghost town…Majorca
Yesterday I took a trip to a small country township that holds some special and impactful memories for me. I drove to Majorca where I went to school for some of my later primary school years. I remember going to a school with fifteen other … Continue reading
Women who run…how I envy you
I have longed to be a runner for a very long time. There have been times when I have attempted to start the running journey but for many reasons, mainly lack of commitment, I’ve not continued. I know and admire other … Continue reading
A few curly Easter questions
A little six-year-old friend of mine loves colouring, I’m quite partial to it myself. Today we industriously worked on a couple of pages of Easter illustrations, big baskets of Easter eggs with oversized ribbons. We shared the pencils and despite re-assurance from … Continue reading
The lily pond
Deep and still the pond demands respect, look but do not touch Murky, sludge, thick and green. Like a one-sided mirror, its underbelly hiding, accepting no reflection from the sun Just a hint of ancient story escapes the … Continue reading
Out of my comfort zone
Over the last few days I’ve been forced to come out of my comfort zone. Performing to a live audience has never been my ambition. Sure, from time to time I’ve made speeches, talked at professional functions and had a … Continue reading
The clock ticks…
Away from home the clock ticks for two men, guilty men, they don’t deny mistakes they’ve made, big mistakes ten years ago. Soon they will have no chance to further show remorse to live another way, to make up even slightly … Continue reading
An act of kindness
A couple of weeks ago my friend’s Mum died at age ninety-nine. Now, no-one can deny that living for ninety-nine years wasn’t a mighty effort. Of course, for the family there was sadness but it was also a time for remembering and reminiscing. However, there … Continue reading
Heather Whitford Roche 