Letting go is never easy, but sometimes that’s the only way to finally move forward…

Thoughts Near the End of the Road.

A short story – a remembrance from childhood that should have stayed that way.

Remembering the bygone days…

Some lovers find it so irresistible at times to visit first love–even when it re-greets them with first aches…But–oh, the world’s a stage for anything, if that is solace enough… (By the way, am I speaking for myself…? I guess not…)

Why write? It’s not the best paid skill in the universe, the competition is stiff, and much of the modern world is turning to electronic data delivery systems that have a strong visual/aural component.

In Reminiscence of lost love.

I miss my childhood days.

One nostalgic poem.

Asking the question "are there fairies at the bottom of your garden? A look at the magic one finds in the garden, away from the stresses of every day life., and what one does in the winter to while away the hours, reminiscence of a life in the postwar years in Norfolk England.