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Ten Things of Thankful 140 (Jetlagged) #10Thankful

“I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard, I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words…” It’s all gone out of the window this week, as I knew it would. Jetlag is a beast, especially when (through lack of any remaining annual leave) you have to crash-land back…

We ARE The Village (a #1000Speak post)

I’m amazed and delighted at how much has changed in the year since I first wrote about how We ALL need The Village, and serendipitously inspired Yvonne to found 1000 Voices for Compassion. Last January, I wrote about the atrocities I’d noticed in the world, and the way people seemed to hide behind corporate blank…

NOW they’ve gone and dunnit

“It’s been bad enough having that young police sergeant around asking questions all the time, but now we have to put up with young Tom (no offense meant, Miriam) and that walking catastrophe, Hattie Hercules? How on earth are we going to cover our tracks from three of them?” A rumble of echoed concern Mexican-waved itself around…

OOPS, they dunnit again

The little blue-painted door slammed in its frame for the second time in as many minutes, causing Mrs McAlister to wince at the rattle of roundy-glass windows and the stun of silence which followed. She “tsk”ed under her breath, rolled her eyes, and strapped on her apron – this was a Situation with a capital…

Who am I now?

I remember when I was very young, all the girls in my class wanted to be called Jessica. Goodness knows why, or which Jessica inspired the trend – I was never trendy, and so far outside anything resembling ‘popular’ that I’d no clue the heritage of the craze – but I allowed myself to be…

Mirror, Mirror, tell me true…

When I look in the mirror, I see…someone no longer able to call herself a ‘girl’, not really, because her skin is dry and beginning to show signs of wrinkles. Seeing that skin, harshly lit, in the mirror of a public restroom last week, showing wear and tear from living, and from neglect, prompted me to…

Feels like they’ve dunnit BEFORE.

Sergeant Carroll’s eyes narrowed as he watched the pretty brunette retrieve her phone from the floor and gather her bags and chattels around her once more, before shaking her hair from her eyes and shouldering her way through the door of the Post Office Cafe. Her body language suggested a big, overblown greeting in the…

Who am I? Life after divorce (guest post by Jeri Walker)

It is my pleasure and delight to introduce to you Jeri Walker, from Word Bank, who has written a wonderful piece about some of the complications in life which have reflected in her journey and my own, in the last year.  *     *     *      *     *     *  …

Ten Things of Thankful 138 (mash-up) #10Thankful

Come close, come close, sit alongside me Let me nestle up close and whisper in your ear Listen close, listen close, for wonderously I have delightful things for only YOU to hear… I keep being reminded by Various Interested Parties, that this is a public blog, and sometimes, perhaps (maybe) I volunteer a little too much…

Ready to FIND OUT whodunnit

Harriet P. Hercules, intrepid reporter (because there always is one), notebook and pens at the ready, camera to hand (well, iPhone), on the brink of a piece of masterful investigative journalism, reporting for business to uncover a story so sensational, her career would skyrocket – absolute dead cert! She got out of her tiny red car…