Sumangali Morhall's Blog, page 8

Things my Grandmother Taught Me

Gulls called constantly in the Sussex seaside towns. The sun had a peculiar intensity, and the wind was always keen. In such a town there was a row of Victorian terraced houses. They all looked the same from the outside, but one had barely changed its interior during its life of a hundred years. It was rented by two sisters: my grandmother and an aunt. There was never a man, at least not in my lifetime.

The hall confused the senses with dinginess and sour mustiness, opposing the outside brilli...

Love, Freedom and Fifteen Years

When I was little, February was a frenzy of red and pink paper; a time of round-ended scissors, glitter and Elmer’s glue. Is it still so for the children of America, or was it a fashion of the 1970s?

We foisted cards on everyone,at least everyone in our school class and family, perhaps the janitor and principal too, the bus driver and the local librarian. There was really nothing personal about Valentine’s Day. It was aboutthe sort of love that extends randomly in all directions, rather than...