Category: Writing
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My friend said to me …
“My Grand-Daddy was a gambling man,” my friend said to me yesterday as we were packing her fresh eggs into boxes. We had been talking about drunks. The weekend kind who had a drink and went to sleep. My friend does not drink. But it was a natural jump to gambling. “He had gambled all…
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Did you Find Your Voice?
I learnt an awful lot at the Press Publish Conference in Portland on the weekend. I am going to share as much as I can with you over the next week. As usual these things will weave themselves in and out of the fabric of our farmy pages. Much like this post. (And first I…
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Flux
Half way to somewhere. In transit. Betwixt and between. When I travel between where I have been and where I am going, I descend into a deeply organised stream of consciousness kind of existence that has no tether. I seldom speak now except to thank the air hostess as I glide off the plane, my…
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Letters For My Baby Girl
The Second Fellowship Book. Letters for my Baby Girl. “Yes my darling girl. That is you.” Our last and first book Letters for my little Sister was written by a group of women from The Fellowship who created an extraordinarily honest and powerful anthology of discussions on The Menopause. It is a very individual and ground breaking…
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