It’s been a testing week — the last month before school closes for summer often is. But summer came even earlier when our youngest had was sent home to self isolate for eight days as someone in her bubble got COVID…
Thankfully, there are always moments of bliss to enjoy — a cup of tea in a beautiful china cup, a zoom lunch with a beloved friend, and fabulous thrifty stories to read, edit and publish.
An everyday appliance holds the silver lining in the home of Smillew Rahcuef
Paul Mansfield discovers joy in writing through it all
It’s funny how other people’s words can unexpectedly change your mood.
I was babysitting an almost two-year-old who’s into everything. He doesn’t talk much yet but understands a great deal and can hum a tune.
I was telling him not to touch my stuff (he was switching my salt lamp on and off) and he turned to me and declared loudly: Ee ay ee ay-oh! Quite clearly from the nursery rhyme Old McDonald Had A Farm.
I was so surprised I burst out laughing. And kept on chuckling even though he continued playing with the lamp switch.
#Do you write…
A while back I was listening to a podcast in which a cancer survivor shared some of her life’s experiences. One thing she said which really struck home was this:
“I asked God to give me strength and I was given problems that made me stronger.”
I understood what she meant because I too have sought to bring more joy into my life, and despite appearances to the contrary lately, I’ve succeeded in that.
Yes, I’ve developed an autoimmune condition that has curtailed my freedom. Yet it’s also allowed me to focus on those things that I truly love, enabling…
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” — Viktor Frankl
It’s been a bit of a saga, our third Essay Contest: Changes, delays, revised deadlines, bereavement, grief… In other words, Life getting in the way of the best laid plans.
But hey, here we are, at last, with the entries! (Published in order of receipt.)
Feel free to indicate your favourite in the comments of your chosen story.
Colton Tanner Casados-Medve thinks freedom is a…
I have every reason to feel fearful right now. Firstly I became an elder recently — yes I turned sixty — so ask me anything, I am now so wise. Secondly, I’ve developed a health condition that affects my breathing, mobility, and independence — I also run the risk that I could stop breathing in the night.
And thirdly, I’m alive, and that could change at any time.
Oh, that’s the same for us all?
Yes, it is.
So why is it that some people can lead their lives fearlessly, while others lurk in the background, afraid of their own…
Life isn’t always magical. This we know. That’s why when a friend of Jonica Bradley’s faced a horrid situation, JB flew to her rescue.
So forgive the slight lateness of this week’s roundup — it’s still worth the wait.
James Knight drinks a magic potion aka coffee
Smillew Rahcuef inherited magic powers from his mother
GrayMatter knows that magic can be hard-earned
Julie Ranson has strong views on magical thinking
Karen Traub imagines a love, peace and laughter-filled world
Gaby Rogut has magic on her mind
Jay Krasnow muses on the antics of natural gymnasts
Marla Bishop uses the magic…
Not really the words you want to hear upon awakening on a Sunday morning. I generally prefer: “Good morning darling, would you like a cup of tea?”
Those are what usually greet me in the morning.
But these are strange times in which we live, so I’m flowing with the river.
If you’ve read my earlier stories you’ll know I have not always been the cool mum I am today. I have twice previously found males in my younger teenager’s room and both times evicted them with some annoyance.
But she was fourteen back then and now she’s fifteen. Still…
When my family and I first moved into our current home, a quarter of a century ago, I had a lot of wild and wanton dreams. Many of them involved my husband (then partner). But not all.
One of my main fantasies was to have a garden to die for — I imagined lush trees, flowers of all colors, descriptions, aromas… a treehouse. A summerhouse. Some kind of water feature. I mean, I read a lot of glossy magazines in the local library: House and Garden; BBC Gardeners World, Gardens, Gardening. …
It was upsetting to watch a video this week putting into context the sentence George Floyd’s murderer got, compared to a number of Black men in the USA who have been sentenced to life imprisonment, for ‘crimes’ ranging from possession of minuscule amounts of drugs to stealing a jacket.
It makes me sick to my stomach and reminds me that the system is sick; capitalism and the industrial prison system it feeds into is sicker, and that change has got to come.
Racism is sick — it’s idiotic because there is only one race. Human.
It’s time to end the…