SHOWCASE & BLOG

By Cathy Eden Among the great children’s writers who introduced me to fiction and made me fall in love with reading are Edith Nesbit,...

Strange things sometimes happen at the writers’ groups. Here’s one of them ... A basket has magically appeared in my living room. Please,...

There are romance writers, and then there are people who can write about romance, which is not necessarily the same thing. Belinda...

This week I’d like to pay tribute to Nicky Handfield, a brave, positive woman who was already very ill with cancer when she came to do a...

Several members of the writers’ groups do well under pressure. Calene Kruger (she of the knitted mittens) can cut things particularly...

It’s a joy to me that my grandsons love books. Daniel, nearly 12, reads voraciously; James, 10, has a growing appetite and Michael, 6,...

Much of what a writer produces never reaches an audience, but we keep working anyway. One of the great benefits of writers’ groups is...

The writers who meet in my home each month are a constant source of inspiration and delight. There are novelists and columnists, a poet...

By Carol Poolton Stepping across the threshold of the homely Victorian cottage, we are enveloped by an atmosphere of peace and...

John O’Donohue, who writes with such wisdom about the human condition, says: “There is a kindness that dwells deep down in things; it...

My first magazine article, published 30 years ago, has a picture of me, the wannabe writer. There I stand: a young, suburban mother of...

An email arrived the other day, offering me access to three short presentations by a well-known teacher. Sign up and enjoy this FREE...

By Calene Kruger When I had my first child I yearned for her to speak. “Say mama,” I’d prompt. “Say dada if you have to, but speak!” Then...

By Marc Rogatschnig It is a gathering place of sorts. People striding in, queuing, scanning the tables for familiar faces, reaching for...

By Carol Dreyer I opened my eyes; it was Sunday – bliss! A mug of tea and a croissant in bed is the perfect slow start to the day, but...

By Charles Sloan 5.45: Walking the dogs. Dew on the grass makes it glitter. Mist drifts slowly up the side of the hill across the...

By Cathy Eden At 8.30 on this perfect morning, low tide offers a shining expanse of sand as a mirror to the mountain. There’s no sign of...

By Andrew Turner Granny Mary and Grandpa John were our own glam slam edge of the family. Grandpa Charles, Granny Mary’s first husband,...

By Cathy Eden Every year I go to great lengths to plan a daily programme; one that includes household chores, meditation, exercise, time...