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Poetry | Memoir Writing - The Two Queens
In 1953, when Queen Elizabeth had been monarch for little over a year. she and her husband Philip, began a round-the-world tour of the Commonwealth which lasted from November 1953 to...
Poetry | Memoir Writing - The Two Queens
In 1953, when Queen Elizabeth had been monarch for little over a year. she and her husband Philip, began a round-the-world tour of the Commonwealth which lasted from November 1953 to...
Poetry | The Kindness of Neighbours
For many years I have lived with a chronic pain condition which can make even the simplest setbacks... This poem, called The Kindness of Neighbours, reflects on what happens when...
Poetry | The Kindness of Neighbours
For many years I have lived with a chronic pain condition which can make even the simplest setbacks... This poem, called The Kindness of Neighbours, reflects on what happens when...
Memoir Writing | Naana Maana, Oludah Equiano an...
One thing seared into my mind as a child, was that we were the descendants of slaves, and the land my parents loved, laughed and grew up on, was stained...
Memoir Writing | Naana Maana, Oludah Equiano an...
One thing seared into my mind as a child, was that we were the descendants of slaves, and the land my parents loved, laughed and grew up on, was stained...
Poetry | Mother, Before You Were My Mother
Mother, Before You Were My Mother It is almost five months since I lost my beloved mother. It still hardly feels real at time. How can one so vibrant and...
Poetry | Mother, Before You Were My Mother
Mother, Before You Were My Mother It is almost five months since I lost my beloved mother. It still hardly feels real at time. How can one so vibrant and...
Journaling | The Joy of Having a Door of One's Own
Aah - the joy of having a front door of one's own. It's funny how these memories return. The first door I remember was as a young child. I can...
Journaling | The Joy of Having a Door of One's Own
Aah - the joy of having a front door of one's own. It's funny how these memories return. The first door I remember was as a young child. I can...