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Tag Archives: England
The Distance Between Us
Greetings, dear friends! Behind the scenes, I have been working furiously on the last of the memoir revisions. And they are done! More on this shortly. Meanwhile, it’s time again for Memoir Across The Pond with Charli Mills at Carrot … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir Across the Pond Column
Tagged 9/11, California, Carrot Ranch, Emigration, England, Family Memoir, Memoir, Memoir Across The Pond
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Shut Away Breaking Free
Greeting, dear friends, and a long, dark stretch this has been. This interminable separation from my children. Where are our friends and visitors? Are we… okay? We are safe and well but loss takes many forms. Anxiety is real, sorrow … Continue reading
The Words We Know
I’m thrilled to introduce Memoir Across the Pond, my new column at Carrot Ranch. A huge thank you for following my previous Unsung Heroes column through the travails and challenges of 2020. And to Charli Mills for the opportunity. Writing … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir Across the Pond Column
Tagged America, Carrot Ranch, England, Ex-pat, Family Memoirs, Home, Memoir Column, My California, travel
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Christmas Lost And Found In America
Born in England, my firstborn son didn’t meet his American grandparents until he was three-years-old. His father, tired of the rain and dismal British economy of the mid 1980s, decided we would have a better life in the land of … Continue reading
Posted in Christmas
Tagged California, Christmas Memories, England, Ex Pat Life, Family Traditions, Homesickness, hope, Immigration, loneliness, loss, love, Memoir, Morro Bay, travel
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School’s Out But I’m In The Classroom Down Under
Last week I bought some curtain material from Laura Ashley, thanks to a great sale discount. It’s been a long time since I did any sewing. My steadfast sewing machine since my days in California still works a dream thanks … Continue reading
Summerhouse Snow And Pressing On
This must be my latest yet for wishing you all a Happy New Year… I tried to squeeze in before the end of January, but didn’t make it. Still, at least I managed it before Valentine’s Day… How are things … Continue reading
Memoirs Of A Bicycle: Times Past
Driving to Gatwick Airport recently, road signs to long-ago places from my childhood like Horley, Reigate and Brighton, zoom by. But one town called Purley brings back just one clear memory. Not of the town itself; in fact, I have … Continue reading
Sixty Seconds’ Worth Of Distance Run
The sun disappeared taking last year with it, and I quietly prayed that this year would be better. Eyes straight, time to press on and write. This is THE year, right? The Summerhouse is five years old this month. Five … Continue reading
Posted in Times Past Challenge, Writing
Tagged Blogging, California, Education, England, Family Life, Friendship, High School Graduation, Memoir, Poetry, Rudyard Kipling's If, Times Past Challenge, travel, writing
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In Which The Story Changes
I found the words one day as I walked. These words: ‘Stranger In A White Dress.’ The title of my memoir. But as I climbed high above the sea, I found something more: I found strength. And I realised that … Continue reading
Homecoming Queen: 99 Word Flash Fiction
When I first joined Facebook, I left the question about ‘hometown’ blank. To me, your hometown is the place where you are born and grow up and return to decades later for heartwarming family reunions (I love the thought of … Continue reading



































