Yes I know, it’s already halfway through January, so why am I writing a post about New Year’s resolutions? Well the thing is, at first I’d resolved definitely NOT to make any resolutions this year, just for once, because I never stick to them anyway and they never work out and what’s the bloody point, [...]
Does that ever happen to you? Does the strain of a particular song or a scene in a particular film, or perhaps the atmosphere captured by a particular painting, ever bring a kind of pang to your innermost being? A gush of nostalgia, longing, wishing you could be back there, or still in there, in [...]
Here's a little romantic gem from the past. THE LOVERS' DREAM To smile upon the moonlight stream And laugh and love was their only dream. To gaze contently and softly sigh, No need to fret, to fear or sigh; Just to feel the night’s soft kiss That together wrapped their hearts in bliss, No need [...]
Generally speaking, I don’t like making sweeping statements. But I’m going to make one now. The Versions of Us by Laura Barnett is one of the most beautiful novels I have ever read. There. I’ve said it. And that’s coming from someone who has read lots and lots of books. I used to think it [...]
“Put your face mask on properly!” I caught my breath at the tone of his voice. This was my surgeon addressing me. The man who was about to make a big slice in the back of my neck in order to remove a cyst. This morning, as a matter of fact. And those were the [...]
Sixty-five years ago today, the world lost a remarkable young man who could almost have been my father, but never quite made it. Peter Donald Fox, 30-year-old journalist from Preston in Northern England, with a bright future ahead of him. When he visited a friend in Cyprus in December 1956, Peter had no idea that [...]
Speak Softly Speak softly, winds, and do not haunt me, Blow your whispers to the sky. Long have I heard them gently pass me, Now please leave me alone to die. . When I was young I looked around me, Looked at joy and sought within. I tried to live my days in laughter, Shrank [...]
Wendy Skorupski 