My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were
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The Makers of Fine SticksThe Makers of Fine Sticks
If you belonged to a species that regularly threw itself off a cliff, you’d expect that species – or that tribe – to die out pretty quickly… Let’s imagine that
… a thousand words?… a thousand words?
I was reading an article that tells how much a picture can attract our attention. The inclusion of a single image can increase the likelihood of someone stopping to read
Remember…Remember…
Paper poppies bloom, as fragile as the lives they represent. Every year it is the same, I try to find some way of saying what is in my heart and
Remembrance DayRemembrance Day
I was dismayed to see how few places were selling poppies this year. It used to be that there was nowhere you could not buy one. This year, I had
The man without a faceThe man without a face
I must have been ten or so. We were on a school trip to York. As we walked beneath the arches of Micklegate Bar, a man walked towards us. The