As a recently-divorced, single mother of my 9-year old son Stefan, my world was shattered one day in 1982, by a piece of news...
How Cora hates to be a cow Hanging around, just anyhow Seeking shade under the bough Collecting flies on her broad brow Ogling at...
Many years ago, at nine years of age, my son was fighting a particularly aggressive form of Leukaemia, when he frequently asked me, if...
Once upon a doorway hung a specially spartan spider Who was extremely private and a classical outsider She resided on the fringe of life...
At ten days old, I was adopted into a family of strict Baptists, Elsie the mother, Frank the father, John my adoptive brother, nearly...
Nearly three years ago, the majority of British voters, chose to leave the European Union. The fact that they never voted to join it,...