Dorothy Nevill
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"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the
right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment."
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It's been awhile. Sorry about that. I've been working on a "new" memoir.
"New" can only be said using quotation marks, as it's been many years in
the makin...
I have survived - part 2
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*Back in September I had **our family bathroom modernised and dragged it
into the 21st century. It was high time as it was stuck in a 1960s time
warp. I wr...
WAR HORSE ~ PEACE HORSE
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Thank you Carrie for your prompt.
Very thought provoking!!
The Sunday Muse #41
War Horse and Peace Horse" by Sue Halstenberg
Immortal opposites tus...
Peak Views
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Ant says to me, ‘we take our views for granted’. But he is wrong. I
don’t. For years, in the Outpost, I lived in a place so flat, so
unimpressed by topog...
Who Is Prometheus?
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Who is Prometheus?
And why is he at Rockefeller Center
At the skating pond?
And will the world end
In fire or ice?
Some say in fire:
The knowledge of who ...
Another snapshot
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It's been a while - but let's not dwell on that, eh?
Another snapshot from Life with Boys. Boy #1 has been manfully fighting
off a cold for the last coupl...
Falling from the Nest
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Mama sparrow flapped and chirped
With great fury
As my husband and I peeked in
on her babies,
Eyes open, feathers formed,
Nearly ready to fly....
Review: Let The Little Children Come
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One of my alter egos gets to try to keep a small group of 7-12 yos
entertained, or at least contained, and occasionally get in a few deep and
meaningful di...
Explanations
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If there is anyone left who still reads my blog, they will be wondering why
I haven't posted lately.
If I'm truthful, I have completely lost the need to do ...
Freedom...
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*“Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything
to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it
while ...
Good Friday 2017. It is finished.
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It's Easter Week once again. The older I get, the faster the days, months
and years go. Seems like it was just this time last year. We're already
busy ...
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I know I haven't posted anything in ages! I apologize for my absence; I
just ran out of things to say. I thought I'd share a short story I wrote
a whi...
Don't Look Now
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*The Sunday Times has launched a campaign to bring down the rate of
stillbirths. As part of that they asked me to write a personal piece. This
is the direc...
R.I.P. My Dear Mum
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My dear Mum passed away recently, aged 93. She had been in residential
care and seemed fine physically. One weekend morning in March I had a call
from...
Home sweet Como Park
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Up at 4 a.m.--well, 4 a.m. Minnesota time, which I never really got off
of--and walking up my front steps by 11 a.m. In the van to the airport the
two w...
A quite return to blogging
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Well it's been some time since I did this and even longer since I did this
for the first time, so I thought I would start quietly and not advertise
the f...
Full Circle
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All I can remember of that day is sitting in the front seat of a car. I
can't recall the weather, the time of year, or even the model of the
car. We were i...
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