
Morphing into my mother
My mother trained as a nurse but gave it all up when us kids came along. She has spent the better part of her life
My mother trained as a nurse but gave it all up when us kids came along. She has spent the better part of her life
Many moons ago, friends shared a house with a girl who’d come back from her weekends at home saying what a fantastic time she’d had.
I used to hate the summers when I was growing up. And I’m still not a great fan but back then, it wasn’t the sun
If memory serves me correctly, something it rarely does these days, it was this weekend two years ago that I took a bus trip out
I’m a great fan of Oscar Wilde and one of my favourite plays is The Importance of Being Earnest. I’ve been known to bet on
When I told my mother that I wasn’t doing guilt any more, she laughed. Deep, down, on some basic cellular level, guilt is hardwired into
After a number of years of living in rural Alaska, I began to hanker for the city smoke. The bustle. The arts. The restaurants. I
It’s hard to go back, they say. Things never quite live up to how you remember them. If they were great, they’ll be not so
One of the many joys of living in Budapest is the huge amount of activity in the city. There’s always something going on. Places to
I parked Ime on the grass inside the gate. I was basking in the glory of having off-street parking when my neighbour dropped by to
When I bought a house in a small village near the Kis Balaton in Western Hungary, I only ever intended it to be a weekend/holiday getaway. But village life has worked its magic and now I find it hard to leave.