The words finally came to me early in the morning as I was making my first cup of coffee. It was a relief — comic relief — even, to finally put into words exactly what I was feeling. I was slightly amused at the ordinaryiness of what I’d landed upon for such an extraordinary moment … More How does this feel?
Ashur bought the biggest bouquet in the flower shop. Long-stem red roses, white carnations – it was spectacular. “That’s the one,” he said to me. “That’s the one I want to buy.” A few minutes earlier, as I waited for Ashur to arrive I’d also bought a bouquet, a more diminutive spray of Gerber Daisies. … More Ashur’s Roses
“Can you recommend some books on writing,” a colleague and friend who is in the happy circumstance of being on sabbatical asked me recently. Unleashed from the demands of work and free to roam where he chooses, my friend, an artist, wants to exercise his writing muscles. Reading about writing is one way to do … More Exercising my writing muscles
Lynda MacGibbon 