Mar 9, 20204 minPlaying Poohsticks 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,...
Aug 11, 20194 minBecoming a writerBy Carol Poolton Stepping across the threshold of the homely Victorian cottage, we are enveloped by an atmosphere of peace and...
Feb 12, 20191 minLearning to SpeakBy 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...
Jan 20, 20192 minThe coffee shopBy Marc Rogatschnig It is a gathering place of sorts. People striding in, queuing, scanning the tables for familiar faces, reaching for...
Jan 16, 20193 minThe cat-friendly dogBy 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...
Dec 8, 20181 minMorningBy 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...
Oct 26, 20181 minSuitcaseBy Andrew Turner Granny Mary and Grandpa John were our own glam slam edge of the family. Grandpa Charles, Granny Mary’s first husband,...
Jul 20, 20182 minSuitcaseBy Melanie Jessop Tae-Bo, our Staffordshire Terrier, is miserable. Every furry fibre of his being exudes dejection. His stocky brindle...
Nov 6, 20172 minPeople watchingBy Belinda Wilkinson It was her awkwardness that got me interested: The overly-applied make up, the slight wonk of the lipstick, the too...
Sep 3, 20171 minI Think of My GrandmotherBy Carri Kuhn I watch the steady stream of water pouring into the jug, early morning sun reflecting off the glass. It is beautiful, the...
Mar 15, 20163 minSynchronicityBy Penny Marek One of the definitions of ‘Synchronicity’ is “the coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (such as...
Feb 17, 20162 minSuitcaseBy Vicki Erskine The siren of the airport conveyor belt wails, signalling to the travellers that it is game on. They check the carousal...
Jan 14, 20152 minWavesBy Carri Kuhn I watch the waves as they travel to the shore, rolling in again and again. As with life, there is no way to stop their...
May 22, 20141 minWavesBy Anna Hug When we were kids, Mum used to drive us to Plas Madoc Leisure Centre in Wales. It was a long brick building with a curved...
May 4, 20142 minThe sleeping bagBy Anna Hug It was a seventies nylon sleeping bag. Orange on the outside and lumo yellow inside. It smelt faintly of sick. And it came to...
Mar 16, 20131 minHis and HersBy Calene Kruger Pathologically opposed to bedding his own wife, uncle Oscar spent his life moving from one climactic moment to another...
Apr 12, 20112 minSuitcaseBy Penny Marek I am an old suitcase: strong, sturdy, dependable and slender – until filled. There is nothing I love more than being taken...