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Thursday, 31 May 2018
The power of poetry - making life right!
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I used to run a small writing group in a rather rundown estate in Northern Ireland, known colloquially as BallyBosnia. The name BallyBosnia...
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Wednesday, 21 March 2018
Senility and Sensibility
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This year, at its end, I turn 60. The big 60, so I thought it timely to think of all the good things and bad about being this old. ...
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Monday, 10 July 2017
Collars and Cuffs, Confucius and Change
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The world is ever more connected. In my family, there is a collection of the ladies journal from 1850 that originally belonged to my ...
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Sunday, 4 December 2016
Nose picking, B.O. and lessons to be learned
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Dennis was dead by his own hand and even as I digested the news, the thought bubbled unwanted into my mind that I had never liked him. ...
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Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Libraries - the oldest and the most beautiful
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I have always loved libraries. There is something wonderful about them. Our house was always filled with books and I can remember picking ...
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Monday, 14 May 2012
Getting cold and getting old
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It is so cold I am sitting with a hot water bottle on my lap as I type. There are several facets to growing older and one for me is ...
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