Seeing sepia in colour

Sunday Blog 120 – 28 January 2024 Old photo albums marinade us in the difficult truth that everything passes. A picture from the late 1920s of my mother as a toddler, smiling in front of the rose garden her father created from the heat and dust in the small town of Winchester in mid-west Western …

You don’t remember me

Sunday Blog 109 – 5th November 2023 Yesterday I had the opportunity to refresh the creative well, responding to flash prompts. Here is one I felt the urge to share – flash memoir from the blur of recent hospital visits “You don’t remember me, do you?” She called to me across the room. Once. Twice. …