I always thought when I was a young mother that I should grow an extra arm and hand with each child born, so I could keep hold of the little b*ggers while still having two hands to deal with the essentials of life. How useful would it be to have three hands – how many … More Do you need a helping hand?
It’s odd how books make a lasting impression on you. Even their titles do when you haven’t actually read the book. They conjure places you’ve never been, events you haven’t experienced, and characters you’ve never met – though you’ve probably met people like them. I can remember my mother’s bookshelves when I was a child. … More #WorldBookDay
My husband and I were feeling a bit stressed. You know how it is, too much to do and never enough time: things piling up, blood pressure rising somewhat alarmingly, so we decided to have a day out and relax. We packed a picnic, loaded our cycles into the van, and took off for Brecon, … More The Moral to This Story is…
It is seventy-four years since the liberation of Auschwitz by Soviet troops on January 27th 1945. Every year since writing Touching the Wire, I have donated January’s royalties for sales and page reads of the novel to the US Holocaust Memorial Museum. Why? When I first had the inspiration to write about the Holocaust, I … More Holocaust Memorial Day – Sunday 27th January 2019
The other day, my husband and I were talking about the aches and pains of getting older. A friend of mine once said, ‘old age is not for wimps‘ and she’s quite right about the challenges it brings, but that isn’t what this blog is about. I told him how happy I’d been to reach … More What women don’t talk about to men!
I read this article on Wales on-line last night. It’s about palm oil washing up on Welsh beaches that is potentially fatal to dogs. As my local beach is about the only haven of peace left in this world, and as one of many local dog walkers, I was alarmed. But it was the banned … More Stop! You are breaking my heart.
This was something my husband said yesterday, and it summed up my feelings about our species’ wilful determination to self-destruct. It was prompted by us following a rubbish lorry through our local town and seeing how many bags were thrown into it. The ‘dustmen’ get a real workout doing their job, and I was impressed … More ‘Until the air we breathe is more valuable than the pound in our pockets…’
